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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.
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