I don’t wanna be the woman behind the man,
let my dreams flow down the sink as I wash the pots and pans.
I don’t wanna be the woman who’s burning up inside,
and sees dirt in the smile of her sisters eyes.
Don’t wanna be the price that you pay
when we’re old, and I’m bitter because I had no say.
And you don’t wanna be the man who sat by,
watched the dreams and hope fly out of my eyes.
Don’t wanna be the cause and the reason why,
my wings were stuck and I couldn’t fly.
You wanna be the man behind the woman
who pursues her dreams and has a life of freedom.
So we’re partners searching for equal, working side by side,
sharing our dreams and our daily lives.
This poem has been published at allpoetry.com