Society has built towers and castles of glass—walls and floors and ceilings and just about everything that exists in between—all to keep women back. We are just behind the glass, and we can see change and equality. It seems to be within our reach, but we can never quite touch it; nor can we taste it on our tongues, which are parched with the deprivation of power.
Women's suffrage, access to education, equal pay, female leaders; they all push the glass to its limit. Slowly, the towers and castles have been ripped down—in some areas of the world, female power has already shattered it—but the glass buildings are still left in parts. Now, we are left with the wretched glass ceiling.
GLASS IS BREAKABLE. IF I CANNOT SHATTER THE GLASS CEILING WITH MY BARE HANDS, I WILL SHOOT BULLETS. IF IT'S BULLETPROOF, I'LL MELT IT AWAY. I'M BREAKING THIS GLASS CEILING, AND I DON'T CARE WHAT IT TAKES.
—Glass can always be broken somehow.
Everything strong can break. I'd know—you've broken me too.
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Unspoken Poeticism
PoetryThis is written as spoken word poetry that will, ironically, forever remain unspoken. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved.
