Mirror, mirror on my wall
What's the meaning of it all
Is there something more to life
Than to be a loving wife?
Yes, I love my children dearly,
But they'll grow up and come by yearly.
Dare I yearn for something more
Than to cook and wax the floor?
What about the needs I feel-
Are my dreams considered real?
What about an education and
A voice to shape our nation?
What about a new profession instead
Or reading True Confession?
I'm not angry or rebelling, but there's
Something strong, compelling.
Is my destined heritage,
Still a two-fold color page
In some Playboy magazine
Just a sexy pin-up queen?
Mirror, mirror on my wall
Help me, help him to hear my call
All I've ever hoped to be is
Free - to be that person me.
