not the year to break,
but heavy with the weight,
the glass began to shake.
18 million cracks appeared
upon that ceiling of glass,
perseverance commandeered
by a candidate first class.
Two thousand eight,
not the year of the woman
rising again and again to meet fate,
but the year of another phenomenon.
18 million voters had spoken
but 18 million more held sway,
women's glass ceiling not broken
but a wall torn down for a new routeway.













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