Enters My Backdoor, Exits My Frontdoor Poem by John Sensele

Despite its proverbial might, the Glass Ceiling
Couldn't freeze the dream God wrote on the page
Where my misery and the sad feeling
That in its ribald rage

Strove hard my priceless dream to delete and defeat
Breathing hard on my neck
Snatching from my outstretched hands the succulent sweet
Destined from my life to break

The jinx
That hitherto kept frustrating my career progress
When its serpent sticks
Determined to undress

My future
Until God's hands
By dint of their victorious culture
Smashed to smithereens the brands

Whose furnace fire grew cold
Restoring my dream
With a move so bold
Into my hands God landed my career's ice cream

Commanding the Glass Ceiling to step aside
Convening and commencing the inauguration ceremony
In which my pride
Flew back and grew strong as though a scripture from Deuteronomy

Installed me on the throne
As a mighty queen
Without any further obstacle in my career zone
Enabling me to reign supreme in a kingdom clean and green.