No 10. Poems for International Women’s Day


 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.



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