In Your Eyes I Am Your Slave

In Your Eyes I Am Your Slave

In your eyes, I am a woman,

A slave to a man.

In mine, no man owns me,

I do what I need to, when I can.

A certificate of marriage

Doesn’t chain me to the ground.

No man will ever send me

To a dark, early grave, bound.

So tend to the children,

Help with the chores,

Do it right,

For I am no slave to the marital rights.

No, I didn’t burn my bra,

I just speak my truth.

We married too young,

And I lost all my youth.

Respect me, don’t order me,

I am not your dog.

I am a woman with fire,

Not a name lost in the fog.

You thought I was clay

You could shape with your hand,

But I am the mountain

You’ll never command.

You called it duty,

You called it love,

I call it prison,

I rise above.

I wear no chains,

I bow to none,

I’m nobody’s shadow —

I walk in my own sun.

I am my own woman.

And I always will be.

I stand my own ground,

I am a slave to no man.