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Dishes surround us, Verdigris embraces lusterless metal And I look at you with an air of vertigo I’m on the edge of understanding but there’s An invisible wall. Or is it a ceiling? So this is what it feels like to be restrained Shackles of my mind rattle against their firm anchor Society crushes these spikes deeper into my skull The taste of defeat suffuses my lungs. I breathe in your disdain and still understand nothing Of what I’ve done or am doing. I go forth ignorant and blissless Straining to overcome the walls in my head
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
Glass Ceiling... for Men
Dishes surround us, Verdigris embraces lusterless metal And I look at you with an air of vertigo I’m on the edge of understanding but there’s An invisible wall. Or is it a ceiling? So this is what it feels like to be restrained Shackles of my mind rattle against their firm anchor Society crushes these spikes deeper into my skull The taste of defeat suffuses my lungs. I breathe in your disdain and still understand nothing Of what I’ve done or am doing. I go forth ignorant and blissless Straining to overcome the walls in my head
The lack of understanding men (myself included) have of the societal issues that we assume are right or wrong and the stereotypes we don't even realize.
parker-j-birr
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
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