Verzanelle Nr.02 — Glass Ceiling


  
It was a mundane Monday afternoon  
when she realised she’d hit the glass ceiling.  
Men only passed here to the upper rooms.  
  
The shock sent her reeling - - - -  
this was 1990, and still too soon?  
She realised she’d hit the glass ceiling  
   
6,000 years of Patriarchy croons  
new talk of equality and feelings …  
but this was 1990 - and still too soon?  
   
She wondered ‘bout the value of appealing  
‘gainst subtle ways she’d been lampooned  
despite talk of equality and feelings  
   
“But what can I say to these three buffoons?”  
she contemplated, seething  
from the degrading way she’d been lampooned  
   
“Perhaps Western Culture is still teething …”  
It was a mundane Monday afternoon  
as she stood there, contemplative, seething  
how men only still passed to the upper rooms.