They told her ambition was unbecoming,
a stigma stitched into her dress
by hands that never wore it.
The boardroom smiled politely, men in cufflinks of wealth and inheritance
polished into arrogance.
Who spoke of merit the way priests
speak of miracles:
a mystery that always arrived
in their own sons’ hands.
She watched promotions float upward
like helium balloons,
the strings cut when she rea...