Why must the woman be the servant?
Why must the woman pay the price?
Why must the woman face
The pain and the degradation
Of having to be any man’s wife?
He laughs at her when she tries to tell him
She wants a family and a career.
She cries out late at night
For a little understanding.
Why is he always unable to hear?
If only he’d tell her that
He loves her as much as he needs her,
And that she’s a good friend,
As well as a wife.
If only he’s let her make
Her own plans for the future,
Then together they’d live
A happier life.
She give him children, and hopes for the future.
She warms his bed when it’s cold at night.
But still he abuses her
And treats her like a possession,
For she’s always wrong, but he’s always right.
He never tells her anymore that he loves her.
He just assumes she knows that it’s true.
And yet if he never bothers
To tell her about his feelings,
She’ll start to feel lonely, empty, and blue.
Feb. 8, 1981
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