Tears on the abdomen Of a woman but it's ok For she has a baby Flexibly skiving with Benefits driving the Daily Mail says it's a holiday We always seem to denigrate Ourselves again at the point of being Fear k**s Even the most Fecund of seconds And I hold these close Why should Having a child And a career Not be reconciled?
We always seem to denigrate Ourselves again at the point of being So lost The ephemeral everywhere No cost That our future should have to bear A sure start Has unraveled been turned into Dust and to gravel to trample upon You must feel so proud Stigmatising every single mother While your own world's falling down