That limit the size
Of the salary you’ll earn
Or portend your demise
Like being a woman’s a crime
A cast where there’s no mold
To form fit the fight to
Break the glass ceilings.
You talk of glass ceilings
Like it’s a tease at the top
A place you’ve been promised
But will never live up.
Still, if inside you erupt
No wall, no roof, no controls
Can hinder you and your goals
As you break the glass ceilings.
Deep down I know you’re feeling
It’s exoteric, the power, wielding
And it might be a haul
No submitting, no yielding
To this terrible glass ceiling
And soon enough you’ll start seeing
There’s no glass ceiling at all.
(December 2005)
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