Girlboss, Gaslight, Gatekeep

Growing up in antique debris of a housewife’s guide to being

Taught me to hate progressively regressive drivel I keep seeing.

Repeatedly, history has gotten me to begin boldly believing;

Those that rose ladders aren’t the ones who broke the ceilings.

Our idols only raised the fragile roof of exponential expectations,

Four walls worth of blocked emotion built on crooked foundations.

Doomed daughter to domesticated darlings in a domicile of violence,

A fool’s union of commitment consummated by hopeful nihilists.

It’s difficult to decipher, can it really be that it’s me missing my mind,

Lack of sight may be disability, though to me the majority seem blind.

I’m told the answer's preemptive action, to just keep pushing ahead,

Though being thoroughly overwhelmed warrants remaining in bed.

My doctor ordered rest for an illness that’s simply a symptom,

We’re victims of a sick system where income’s valued over wisdom.