A passing glance of wicked ambition
She takes the stage
Smiling as she greets a bloated figure of spoiled indulgence
She proceeds to let him dominate the conversation
As if his ideas had merit
She responds by conceding her defeat
And watches silently as he claims her ideas as his own
Invisible Woman, never meant to be seen or heard
For when she speaks, her words become the void
Give the words to a man
And he's praised for his prestigious insight
But let a woman speak...
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