A work place metabolism

I can see the scorn in their eyes,
I can feel the contempt in them.

In some,I can see the pity,
And in them I feel the sympathy.

I can hear their rude remarks,
Of hatred ,anger & dismay.

I can feel,hear and see,
The judgmental faces of many.

But, I remain the same....
The same powerful, questful female.

I do not bend and bow,
I do not argue and quit,
I fight and strive,
And work like a clock.

And...
And, on one day,

They watch me with worship,
But I may turn blind.

They speak  with awe,
But I may turn deaf.

They greet me with smile,
But I may turn dumb.

That's how the world is
And will be  forever.