A little poem that screams something bigger.

At first glance, I felt myself nodding along to this write, agreeing with every word. I clicked the like button, agreed to Mel Liz's comment, and was just about to click to the next poem when I felt something stop me. I glanced at the category- life, society. Read the title again- Glass Ceilings. And then reread your poem. Then something ignited in me. Like a spark that was beginning to smoulder during my first read through but suddenly burst into flames when my tired eyes read between the lines and really took in the entire picture. I think there are several meanings that could be taken away from this. Who's placing us in the prison cells? Parents? Teachers? The government? Maybe even a loved one? The world? And then there's the demand to touch the moon- to achieve/succeed/do/carry out a certain task/expectation/desire of some sort...yet you are unable to meet this demand as your hands come in contact with this glass ceiling. Their request cannot be carried out with the amount of freedom (or lack thereof) that they've given you. How can we be expected to thrive and truly grow in life when we are chained (trapped in the well crafted prison cell) to impractical expectations and rules? I think this is an excellently written piece and very thought provoking-something people can truly resonate with. Short yet powerful. Well done :)

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JUDGES COMMENT:
Glass ceilings by nobody 10 points
This piece gave me a lot of food for thought because on first reading I'll admit that I thought it to be a simple piece and I know Jaidy do alot better so I read it again and it I seem to have had a 'light bulb' moment where my whole body let out a gasp of knowing and I recall saying " I know how it feels" albeit to myself. I have a feeling the deeper meaning to this is that people (let's say those superior to us ie parents/teachers) are watching us, judging us even to thrive yet we are unable to because we are told the things we should and shouldn't do even if it's not for our own good and I must say it resonates with me because as a child I felt I was placed in this prison myself then told to go out and reach for the stars when infact I was unable to because I was protected a little too much because of things I was put through at an early age. I guess what I'm trying to say is it's rather relatable and not just to me