Ouch! I hit the glass ceiling:
“Fit in this box, be like this,”
Or slide down the slippery pole
Of human politics.
“Learn what we want you to learn,
Be how we want you to be,
Stay exactly where you are,
No more, no less, our property.”
But I am the square peg and
Cannot be cajoled on your knee
To fit into that round hole,
Your preconceived image of me.
I cannot be bound like geisha feet
To stop growing against my will,
I must expand into purpose
And my earthly mission fulfill.
Yes, I will build my temple,
Transcend boundaries, I cannot stop,
I look up at my glass ceiling,
There’s a skylight at the top.
Revised. Commended by poetry.com.