Janette Hoppe #8 Breaking The Glass Ceiling

"It's a woman's lot babe,
you have to make yourself available to him
whenever he wants it".

my body has never been my own
fragile house of glass,
fragile house of cards,
surely it's bound to crash and burn

and God

Where was he in my time of need?

Where was he when I was 8, 9, 10 years old?

Where was he?

(the head bones (dis)connected from the neck bone)

thinking -

each time I took in a new lover

I would finally destroy

this foreign body of mine

thinking

that each time I took in a new lover

it would bring me closer
to repenting my sins

my sins of being born,
my sins of being born a girl, a woman,
my sins for "asking for it"
my sins of men not respecting my body
my sins of not respecting my body
repent, repent, repent...

one day I will break this glass ceiling
and tell the man upstairs
exactly what I think of him.

One day I will give God a piece of my mind