Thursday, June 12, 2014

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...

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