Glass Ceiling

I was born in Green Valley, west of Liverpool, west of Sydney, Australia. It's like being born in the Bronx, or Tottenham, or Shankhill, or Govan in Glasgow. I might as well have been born there too. Where those of Green Valley's DNA Kiss the ground with a bent neck, and are proud to do so When they look up, their face smears on the glass ceiling But they can't feel it. The only escape is a poor paying job So they keep saying. There is no door with a happy label on it, Or a sign that says "this way to an improved life". So here I am in Scotland. I went through the unnamed door I think it was called "risk". It broke the glass ceiling.