Such an empowering title: feminist.
Allow me to repeat: feminist
It’s much more than this.
I have a duty, a purpose.
To mark my presence into this establishment
by the aggressive sound of my stilettos.
To place my ruby red nails on this frameless glass door
with ‘Ms’ imprinted in capitals.
To appreciate the range of choices opened to me.
Knowing I’m entitled to develop my destiny
into a reality without slightest criticism.
To feel aroused by the perfumed scent
of femininity in courtesy of Yves St. Laurent.
The word ‘Ms’ break out of my PA’s mouth
capture me in a bubble of everlasting pride.
That’s not all…
To watch the rest of my employees
scatter across the hallway,
engaging themselves in work assigned by me.
Because A Female boss can, and we WILL
continue to exist.
‘You’re a woman, weak and incapable’
Matt’s words to be precise, who just happens to be my PA.
Now, tell me if I’m incapable as your boss..?
And finally, to be able to sit behind my desk
(personally designed, of course) and catch a glimpse of this all.
From professional sidekick for misogynist Matt
to being co-founder of ‘feminist’
Being humble speaks volumes.
I am a Feminist.