The shattered glass pieces were remnants of the ceiling that women had to bear in the past.

We comb our hair in jagged glass, rearranging the opinions that hover over our head, always too aware that there is a ceiling that will not permit us to express.

Keeping us preoccupied by how we look instead of listening to our thoughts.

Curse the ceiling; walk forward and do not faint.

Let your ability to nurture become the nectar, that is the solution for what lies ahead.

Without hesitation spell it out to all mankind!

You are not shattered anymore; you are whole and ready to take on the world. 

--  Sherri L., Adult