We do it all for Mother

And God, we work all day long,

Just us girls, the work

Never stops. We never

Need anything except for work

And each other

And God, it gets tiring.

Wanting more. Getting

Nothing but the labor of our own

Hands, hands, hands,

We sing together, we dance

Together, always in unity

And monotony, we are one

And I don’t know who I am.

**Authorial note: To read for Shaker women, read “and God” literally. To read for honey bees, read “and God” as an expletive.