This girl
See this girl sitting there
Looking fly with bright talon nails
Dangling high on pointy heals
Fighting hard to be heard
This girl
This girl
Who drives wild like geese on strike
Zoom through traffic, mascara in hand
Singing loud, shatt’ring eardrums
Battling hard to hold back tears
Daily life pushes her way
This girl
This girl
Dragging herself in to work
Sometimes late and often stressed
Single-handedly she grooms
Three kids, a job and damning tunes
Even before the clock struck eight
Still takes the time to paint her face
This girl
This girl
Who walks into boardroom battle fields
Must justify once again her place
To dwell there and own her space
Unlike others with her degree
With same experience and pedigree
This girl
This girl
Fights for fairness, expects no favours
The right to operate within her constraints
To run with the wolves and eat with giants
She has the muscle and the heart
To carry much more than what you might
This girl
This girl
Be not fooled by her bright sunny smile
She knows her worth and owns her strength
Made strong in the tears she often sheds
To loosen her joints and unchock her head
She dangles high to survive
This girl.← All writing & reflections