FIRST MIDWIFE
Who can see what’s invisible?
Who can say what no one’s dared to speak?
Unseen, unsung, unloved
SECOND MIDWIFE
She’ll open her eyes to the world to see she’s unwelcome
Her first words are heard as burden and blame
FIRST MIDWIFE
Whatever left undone, she’ll be made to do
Whatever debt unpaid
THE MIDWIVES
her body is the ransom
Who can see what’s invisible?
Who can say what no one’s dared to speak?
THE YOUNG WOMAN & THE MIDWIVES
Unseen, unsung, unloved
THE MIDWIVES
So she’ll put on the veil and demure as the men demand
Assume a uniform of worker
Enslaved
THE YOUNG WOMAN
Or she’ll put on the face, a seller’s smiling face
She’ll play a siren part
THE YOUNG WOMAN & THE MIDWIVES
Unloved lover in the dark
Who can see what’s invisible?
Who can say what no one’s dared to speak?
Unseen, unsung
THE YOUNG WOMAN
She’ll be empty and safe unless a new man breaks in
And enters her darkness, shining with questions
He’ll see her as woman worthy of love
He’ll stir faith in someone she can believe in
She’ll say to herself
I am seen and sung
For a moment I believed
For a season I was seen
Till my love was torn away
By the man who means to master me
It’s me who sees the invisible
I can say what no one dares to speak
or the grave is not as strong as the love I’ve tasted
No man’s fear or pride decides our story’s ending
THE YOUNG WOMAN & THE MIDWIVES
While we may all be Beloved
Leave a Reply