Equal

a day's work by lunchtime another one by bed her thoughts they keep running around in her head the world won't address her or listen at all to her female opinion 'tain't worth bugger all if not for her mother if one she has got there'd be little comfort when tied in a knot by rules and conventions invented by men and that's not to mention a 'good slap' now and then so silent she wanders through every day in search of a foothold for children at play and life as an equal at home and abroad no wonder she's lonely frustrated and bored but men will be menfolk and boys will be boys and that's why i wonder i don't hear a noise when tuppence talk turns to a fair go for she who walks without mention a slave to the free for women's day