is this a dream within a dream,
i wondered at my Twitter-screen.
is this the straw that breaks the back of every girl who, looking back, will give up, stop making a fuss, get back to the laundry and the back of the bus
is this the start of the next holocaust
is this my gender, biting the dust,
judged as women who can’t be trust
The glass has not broken
the people have spoken
but what do they mean?
Is this the start of the new show on screen?
just sit back bite your tongue or scream
searxh through your workplace to locate your team
of women who woke up, but lost the dream