Presidents Club
I hoped we had left it all behind.
Decades since I crossed the factory floor
when chants of ‘get your tits out for the lads’
bounced off the nude pics pinned to the walls.
Blinding myself to the gestures and grunts,
the stares and leers, the very real fears.
The “I’m not taking orders from a woman.”
I hoped we had left it all behind
with the men who would rather fuck over
than partner someone who beat the odds,
though the rewards are always less.
Less wages, minus the bonus
though guaranteed the advances.
The “wrong time of the month is it love?”
I hoped we had left it all behind
yet no matter how far we travel
it survives and closely follows.
Determined to show us it’s the boss.
Flexing power, keeping us in our place.
Demonstrating things will never change.
The “they were paid a decent wage.”
S A Kennedy
Rick Varden
Sun 4th Feb 2018 10:40
Great stuff Shirley,
Please have a butchers at my ‘Macho Male Tale’. I think great poetry minds think alike. Well done.