This poem is dedicated to two friends of mine, both of whom are called Sophie and are rather amazing people and brilliant feminists!
We are sensitive subjects,
Us women
Almost as sensitive
As our pretty little bodies
Our pretty little minds...
Such revolutions
Will never interest us
Oh no, we're far too innocent
To think such thoughts
The word 'politics'
Just simply isn't in our dictionary...
No, we're much too content
Sitting here, reading women's weekly
To think for ourselves...
The names 'Joan of Arc' and 'Emily Davison'
Are all new to me
We'd rather you know
'Judith Martin' now she
Really is a real woman to be...
So don't you fret, We're not
Planning our freedom
Our... liberty...
There's just simply
Too much to do
For us to care
About such petty things...
We're more than happy
To sit the hours away,
Staring out the window
And telling ourselves
Everthing will be okay..
We are sensitive subjects,
Us women
Almost as sensitive
As our pretty little bodies
Our pretty little minds...
Such revolutions
Will never interest us
Oh no, we're far too innocent
To think such thoughts
The word 'politics'
Just simply isn't in our dictionary...
No, we're much too content
Sitting here, reading women's weekly
To think for ourselves...
The names 'Joan of Arc' and 'Emily Davison'
Are all new to me
We'd rather you know
'Judith Martin' now she
Really is a real woman to be...
So don't you fret, We're not
Planning our freedom
Our... liberty...
There's just simply
Too much to do
For us to care
About such petty things...
We're more than happy
To sit the hours away,
Staring out the window
And telling ourselves
Everthing will be okay..
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