When All The Women Gather on the Street

The woman who runs the village with dreams of her own,

And the one trying to make the alien city her home.

When all the women gather on the street, we have no secrets to keep.

 

The labourer who leaves her children at day care as she works 9 to 9,

And the one who started the day care to help women who couldn’t spare a dime,

When all the women gather on the street, we have no secrets to keep.

 

The old woman on the armchair with the inhaler by her side,

Helped by the one who began running when she was barely five.

When all the women gather on the street, we have no secrets to keep.

 

The woman who couldn’t care less about body hair,

And the one who runs the city’s best boutique.

When all the women gather on the street, we have no secrets to keep.

 

The trans woman with the will of steel,

And the one trying to question her own beliefs.

When all the women gather on the street, we have no secrets to keep.

 

The woman with the alcoholic husband,

And the one who needs a whisky for a good night’s sleep.

When all the women gather on the street, we have no secrets to keep.

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