Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer.
I was taught to always let boys win
And to turn the other cheek
When I was young and in my teens
And only boys wore jeans
Then along came Simone De Beauvoir
And our very own Germaine
They turned our ordered lives around,
Inside out and upside down
They hung out with Bohemians
Which quite appealed to me
But how could a married convent girl
Quite suddenly “go off her tree”
But Julie Hendy took my hand
And led me to the march
With banners, songs and true conviction
Women’s lib had arrived at last
“Don’t be too polite girls”
We sang with all our might
“Show a little fight girls”
I cringed but shouted out
“What good is a man as a doormat
Or following at the heel
It’s not their balls we’re after
Just a fair square deal” (G.Tomasetti)
Those feminists turned the other cheek
As I left then returned to the march
I’d sneaked off home to cook lunch for
My hard working bewildered man
Another march, another time
I’d gotten the hang by then
With a 7 months baby bump in my tum
I turned ‘round to check out behind
Shock horror gripped me once again
As I read the great big sign
“Abortion On Demand” it said
With me leading the line
Can’t thank those feminist’s enough
Jan, Julie, Anne and Sue
They’ll not read this but they have my respect
‘Cause they’ve helped me through and through
I’ve been to uni and got a degree
Raised two sons and feel quite free
Choose to live my life from the heart
And around each new corner is a brand new start
Don’t know if I’d ever have come quite this far
Without “Feminism” and blokes with a heart.