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I was told I could do anything, be anything, and I believed them. “The sky is the limit,” they said. “Shoot for the moon,” they ordered, “if you miss, you’ll land
I’m a firm believer in a shatterable glass ceiling. And before you ask No. I haven’t shattered it yet. In fact I haven’t even seen it yet. Haven’t come close to its heights
Dreaming is what got me here. I used to dream that all the power would be in my hands, but here I am pressed against the ceiling this cement ceiling. You fed me words that made me hunger,
The patriarchy Self-congratulatory of its own bias. The working women Polishing her glass ceiling weeps for potential. The conservatives attack her choice as murder But her life counts too.