In The Boardroom
I can’t remember why I wore grey
On my bed I lay a fuchsia frilled all-in-one
To suit the tremendous breath-shaking, weave-on creating
Air on a g-string exhilaration for my glass-ceiling aspiration
Chance to say something
To say something
In an equal space
In my chosen place
In a reserved room
For interviews and decisions and high-flying precision
Tactics and put-downs in the best possible taste
Where I’d blend in but stand out
Represent my race
Give it my all and shock off their socks.
In retrospect I’d have been overdressed.