Strands of hair

Brazenly blazing past the corporate floors

Walking back and forth across levels

She spread a certain air of cheer around

It’s a man’s world out there- fully!

Suddenly men seemed to be all around

Until now it never mattered

But now, she saw strands of hair

On the gleaming corporate floors

The strands belonged to her

She’d silently whisper to herself

And move them aside with the sole of her footwear

Or even safely clasp the strands in her hands

And bin them when no man is seeing...

The strands of hair have almost become her insignia

Marking her presence in the cabins and floors

Like bread crumbs in the story of Hansel and Gretel...