Sleepy day, sleepless night;
When will I learn why do we fight?
I came across as a raving feminist,
Socialist Marxist conspiracy theorist!
How could I say that women needn’t wear
Make up, nice clothes or brush their hair?
Who’s going to buy that? Not the girl next door –
Not Angelina Jolie or Demi Moore!
Very few of us ordinary girls
Pure alienation must have been my goal
I said it’s all an illusion – those men are conning you
None of it matters except that you are true
Think of other women in the global South
Whose privilege is to worry how to feed their mouth
We need to be more equal, men and women South and North
East and West together, to an era coming forth.
At the end a little woman from India found me,
She knew what I was saying, through the hype she could see
That other English women who thought me off my rocker,
Would turn around in wonder, when I pull off my next shocker
In art and naked bodies there is money to be made
When transformations happen, big funds can be replayed
Spirited Bodies 