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Why is it so hard for some men to accept a female boss, no matter how competent she is? Deal with it!
Why is it so hard for some men to accept that a woman can be a boss? Deal with it!
I am at a superior position, I hope you realize
For that I do not have to apologize
I have spent more years, acquired more grey hair
In this profession compared to you, thus it is fair
That, despite my gender and stature petite
I call the shots, why do you aim to compete
With me, or argue with me at every step of the way
You would not dream of doing that any day
If your superior were a man, I guess
I am disheartened that you cannot process
The fact that your boss can a woman be
This is still a patriarchal society…
I have proved my mettle by working my way
To the top, yet I feel compelled every day
To prove my competence emphatically
Only to be labeled automatically
As bossy and difficult to work with-
While I keep trying to tackle the monolith
Of male dominance at positions highest
There are times when I feel the zest
For my profession diminishing, but then I remind
Myself to ignore your behaviour of this kind
I know I am capable, I have set my eyes
On the glass ceiling – the ultimate prize
That I aspire towards; your criticism unfair
Cannot deprive me of my rightful share
Whether you like it or not, know it is true
In your career you will encounter women bosses too!
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First published here.
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