Glass Ceiling Poems - Poems about Glass Ceiling

The Glass Ceiling “Woe there sister, where do you think you're going? Turn around, go back, stop, cease, desist! Nothing for you above my see-through barrier. Yes, yes, I know you can see them up there. They are welcome up above. Why? Well, because they have an outie and not an innie. They have their ice...

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Quote: When these corporal bodies of ours have blown away into the wind like shredded ribbons loosed from a kite, towards glass ceiling skies we will fly, then go to a place where no one ever truly dies. Up in heaven the flowers are blooming softly and with great intent for God pitched a...

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The Glass Ceiling She cracked the glass ceiling shattering his world!...

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A woman in a man's world was Artemiia Gentileschi broke the glass ceiling to be free She much to her famous pa did owe but in her day ploughed her own furrow https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artemisia_Gentileschi...

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WOMEN OF AUTHORITY Women of the world may lead,teach and oversee. Deborah a leader upon God’s call and Miriam & Esther , females to name but three. In later times these four as well,Anna,Phoebe,Priscilla & Junia and many more; freed by Jesus’ law.In Him we see neither Greek nor Gentile male or female or the unfree. Inspired by Gal 2:28 and Gen 2:18...

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Social evolution invented down the line selective and complex, customs skewed, placing men in the lead, women behind, for they are deemed the weaker gender, born unequal in the nonpartisan world under blue sky of freedom made for all, to obey silently all the time, subjugated. As the dark clouds of imposed illiteracy and obdurate poverty drift slowly away, the aspiration sun...

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Ladies! Ladies!Ladies!!! focus on your career not on the barriers...... always pare yourself; to be the best version..... all the time better than yesterday; be greedy for your ambition. Gambol with your passion..... Why be in a glass slipper..... unless you can break a glass ceiling; promise yourself that you will not Brittle. Keep your aim higher..... be the best fighter. Proliferate your energy; let your dreams...

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old tracks to the water edge a thatched cottage a river a harbour a boat with woman&child a beach a village a park 'neath lilac on the terrace hanging out the ...

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In the course of social evolution, selective and complex, skewed customs placed men in the lead, women behind, for they are deemed the weaker gender, born unequal in the nonpartisan world under blue sky of freedom for everyone, to obey and to follow, subjugated. As the dark clouds of imposed illiteracy and obdurate poverty drift slowly away, the sun of aspiration shines...

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Thanks to everyone Who made me realize that I alone am master of my destiny Who showed me strength, gentleness And the power of determination Who challenged me to reach beyond For all the treasures of within Who taught me life is a playground and Living means a thirst to experiment Thank you for having enriched my life Each in your own unique ways AP: Honorable...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush and drub.Mops forbidden,as they smeared the dirt and begrimed their prim alpaca aproned skirt.They cleaned 'his' tub,emptied 'her' commode,a regular...

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BREAKING THE GLASS CEILING Deborah,God annointed Judge&Prophetess a matriarch,overseer of men,..no less; Mary,at Jesus feet,studied...just as a man in Christ there is no gender ban...

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Glass Ceiling Crouched here in the corner of the ceiling watching myself – fighting to endure – I stifle tears, for I am but his essence growing dimmer as his color pales. He struggles to make sense of life – in death. Whereas I struggled to make sense of death – in life. I watched him weep at the passing of others who...

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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,...

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Lee bridged the race divide when prejudice had nowhere to hide- Riding a mustang in the sky His deeds gave bigotry the lie, sterotyping his,to defy. Tribute to Lt-Colonel Lee Archer (1919-2010) WW2 fighter pilot and VP of General Foods who died this past week...

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