You are unseen
You are unheard
Despite the effort
You’ve put into these words
I hear these voices
Saying it doesn’t matter
That the glass ceiling above my head
Will never be shattered
But I know in my heart
That the truth is this
I love this struggle
Of pen against fist
This intense wrestle
Of me against my mind
And if only I read these words
Then that would be fine
For when I extract
These words from my soul
I find that peace comes
And fills that hole


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