I really want to
Understand this concept
As it's a matter of fact
With no concealing
The hopeless task
Of women's believing's
When worlds clash
With only one kneeling
Trying to smash
Through..............
The glass ceiling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'VE always paid the bordello girls the same amount. there was no glass ceiling, only a glass mirror ON the ceiling! bri :) i like kneeling/ceiling.