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Social Justice

Christiana Boehmer (BMI)

Story

I wrote this song in response to events in my workplace that reflected a misogynistic culture.  I see the same in halls of power in which women's voices are absent.  The audio was recorded at the Roslindale Open Mike in March 2018.

I share this recording to tell other women that you are not alone.  Please share.

Lyrics

Seven men sitting at a table talking ‘bout something I know quite well

I’m not shy and I speak up, share an idea ‘cause I want to help

Not one man looks my way, not one man says that he heard

They go on with their talk as if I’d not said a word

Am I invisible?  Am I incapable? Do I not know what I know? Do I not count?

What do I say to these men?

 

Seven men sitting at a table laughing ‘bout something not meant for me

I am stunned by the crudeness they are sharing publicly

Not one man looks my way, not one man sees if I heard

They go on with this joke and I cannot say a word

Am I invisible?  Am I ignorable? Do I not know what I know? Do I not count?

What do I say to these men?

 

Seven men sitting at a table talking 'bout funds for women’s health

Pregnancy’s not their problem, by their actions you can tell

They begrudge every dime for a sister, daughter, wife

For the birth of a healthy child, for a pregnant woman's life

Are we invisible? Are we replaceable? Do we not know what we know? Do we not count?

What do we say to these men? What do we say to these men?

What do we say to these men?

Abraham Lincoln and Christiana Boehmer (BMI)

Story

Having long been inspired by the words Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address, Chris set them to music and sings them a capella to audiences in the Boston area.  Consider it a prayer for our country.

Lyrics

Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.  Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation - or any nation so conceived and so dedicated - can long endure.  We are met on a great battlefield of that war.  We are here to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.  It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.  But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground.  The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it, far above our poor powers to add or detract.  The world will little note nor long remember what we say here.  But it can never forget what they did here.  It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.  It is for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave their last full measure of devotion.  And we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish from the earth.

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