In the dear old Church of England
I’m welcome to attend
I could help out with the cleaning
There are cassocks I could mend
I could make and serve the coffee
And all the while pretend
That this meant that I was equal after all...
As a candidate for Parliament
I’m welcome to apply
If I look well-groomed, wear decent shoes
And catch the camera’s eye
As the minister for motherhood
I would give strength to the lie
That said that I was equal after all...
On the radio each morning
I’m welcome to tune in
To the news and sport and commentary
With which the day begins
But in a gender-counting tally
‘S funny, women never win
So tell me that I’m equal after all...
Never mind, let’s watch this drama
Or a film if you prefer
Is the Bechdel Test so difficult?
Didn’t she say that to her?
Go on, tell me just one more time
‘Things are better than they were’;
And aren’t I nearly equal -
Why go on about this ‘equal’ –
You don’t hear men ask to be equal, after all!
Well, don’t you tell me that I’m equal
When I know this isn’t equal
Which means you’re not equal either, after all.
Words by & © Talis Kimberley 20th November 2012