On herself, without knowing where to draw the line
It's her life, one life spent
With headaches, back bent
Jaw clenched
Tight on possibilities
Epiphanies
Strategies
and Eulogies
Don't mistake her ability to self-advocate for impatience
She'll furiously push you to lend credence
To her ambition
For position
For the power to green-light
It's going to be a hard fight
And you got yourself involved by having the power
But make no mistake, you're only the soil:
She's the flower
And when she is there 'cause you graciously let her
She'll advocate for others so they won't have to tether
Their hearts to the claustrophobia that is under this glass ceiling
Her nerve is all that has gotten her this far
She'd never say she lost sisters reaching for that star
But she did.
Fashioning pictures of young girls who couldn't be seen
Behind charismatic S.O.B.s
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for commenting! If anything I've said is unclear, I appreciate hearing from you so that I might clarify. However, I ask that you please refrain from profanity… it gives me bad dreams.