Friday, November 18, 2005

SoNG 005 "Every Womon Here"

EVERY WOMON HERE
by Myke Johnson

"This song's stories emerged from a women's writing workshop and a child visiting Seneca during the summer of 1985. I played music with the Average Dyke Band, a spontaneous group that arose around the campfires in that summer."
~ Myke Johnson


I hear you crying in angry words,
"Why is it normal that each of us
has a story of rape and violence,
rape and violence,
each of us, every womon here?"

I want to live without fear in my life.
I'm so past ready for joy.
I'll hold your pain in the well of my own.
I'll hold your hand on the long walk home,
Every womon here.

Only a child 'till she understood
just what a nuclear war would mean.
"Tell me stories that say it's not true,
lying will do."
None of us can return to where we were before.

I want you to live without fear in your life.
You're so past ready for joy.
I'll hold your pain in the well of my own.
I'll hold your hand on the long walk home,
Every womon here.

We want to live without fear in our lives.
We're so past ready for joy.
I'll hold your pain in the well of my own.
I'll hold your hand on the long walk home,
Every womon here.


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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I remember so often singing this song with the sisters. as we sat there singing i would look around knowing that so many of us had our own stories of rape and violence, and often wondered if this is what brought us back to the camp over and over again.

Amber said...

This as most of the songs was my favourite. I recall so often sitting around a campfire or in the barn or out working or whatever singing this song. I would look around into the beautiful faces of our sisters and see the pain in their eyes, the tears running down their cheeks as they sang this song.
It was then I knew I was not alone.