Won’t Sacrifice

I will not sacrifice my voice On the altar of submission. You say submission, But you want me hidden, You want me choked. You do not want my opinion, You do not want me to voice out. When you say submit, You mean shrink, You mean tremble when he speaks, You mean pack up your dreams, Because you are now a wife. Submission, you say, Is packing up your career because you are married. Submission is having no life of your own Because you are married. If this is your definition of submission, Then I am not that woman. I will love my husband, Deeply, truly, I will submit, But according to the Biblical standard. The Bible did not say I should die silent, It did not say I should have no wings to fly, It did not say I should bury my voice, To prove that I love. I can love and still speak, I can honour and still become, I can submit and still have a career, Still have a purpose, Still have me. I will not sacrifice my voice On the altar of what you call submission.