Enters My Backdoor, Exits My Frontdoor

Despite its proverbial might, the Glass Ceiling Couldn’t freeze the dream God wrote on the page Where my misery and the sad feeling That in its ribald rage Strove hard my priceless dream to delete and defeat Breathing hard on my neck Snatching from my outstretched hands the succulent sweet Destined from my life to break The jinx That hitherto kept frustrating my career progress When its serpent sticks Determined to undress My future Until God’s hands By dint of their victorious culture Smashed to smithereens the brands Whose furnace fire grew cold Restoring my dream With a move so bold Into my hands God landed my career’s ice cream Commanding the Glass Ceiling to step aside Convening and commencing the inauguration ceremony In which my pride Flew back and grew strong as though a scripture from Deuteronomy Installed me on the throne As a mighty queen Without any further obstacle in my career zone Enabling me to reign supreme in a kingdom clean and green.