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Thoughts on Life I am a glass ceiling,
with purity smeared
by man’s fingerprints
as they hung on my
every lustful word.
They let go once I
had stooped to their
level, while their
dishonorable intentions
became transparent.
I continued to hold
onto something
that was never there-
my dignity since
wiped clean.
And I knew the moment
I let go, I would fall
to pieces from their
grip of disrespectfulness,
landing on loneliness.
