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The Invisible
Karen O'Connor

What did I say woman — row
Now before the waves drop away
And we are left in the vacuum.
Pull, woman, pull
Even when pulling is futile,
It is in you, bred in your bones
Your mother and her mother before her
They knew what it was like
They reared you in that vacuum
Fought for you to be free,
So row, now woman, row for your life
For the life of your daughter
For your daughter's daughter
Through the sea, the invisible sea.