by Brenda Joy Dobson
Usable and transportable
she bounced without cracking,
though many times, she was told
oil and water didn't mix.
a little spicy, a little sweet
and sometimes, spoiled
by a lustful connoisseur,
and tossed about by "overlings"
like a wet, "green goddess" salad.
She self-subsisted on dreams until
a mentoring hero fed her "reality."
Then she submerged herself in
a lot of book, some street,
and many hours of plain old o-j-t.
Voraciously, she arose,
ignoring glass ceilings
all the way to the top.