All the women hide in the bushes
Fighting and eating the insects
No
They aren’t hungry, but tired.

Every time, they hear the sound of the moving bushes
They look with the hopeful eyes
They are waiting for someone to come inside
And take them to the world outside
Or just promise for a future trip.

But the moment they realise
That a woman used scissors to make her way outside
They all pass looks and heavy sighs.