Poem

Glass-like Ceilings

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Bright dark eyes so beautifully kohled

cried in anguish in pain

‘how could they?’

eyes sparkling fire

to talk over me?

to pretend as if I am invisible

to act as if I knew nothing

wounded pride spoke

years of knowledge

commitment to work

has been questioned

seething in anger, she cried

is it because I am a woman?

and soon quietened in contemplation

furrows deep on her forehead.

PS: of men and manners!

2 thoughts on “Glass-like Ceilings”

  1. Well said! (I hope you are not writing about recent upsetting experiences, but if so, poems are a good way to deal with emotions of all kinds– as you know.)

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