You separate us out into neat dividers
Into homemakers and wives or intrepid providers
But there is a resolute that never can define
The edge of a woman, the scope of a line
Because we are complete and one in ourselves
You point at me in agitation but it’s deeper it delves
Into the might of the inner that clockworks my whole body
We are human like the rest of you and that’s not too shoddy
So what for all the voices never to be heard
Its better for the children that we do not say a word
But to be silenced in the night like we were never there
Don’t tell me that you love me if you do not care