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La femme fut créée
d'une côte de l'homme.
Pas de sa tête pour
être au-dessus de lui,
Ni de ses pieds
pour être piétiné,
Mais d'une de ces côtes
pour être son égal,
Sous son bras
pour être protégé,
Et près de son coeur
pour être aimé.

I found this on another blog and after doing a tish bit of translating to make sure that I agreed with most of it, I decided to post it. I still maintain that I am smarter than many men that I meet and that I do not need constant protection. But the idea is there. It means well. Here to save you the trouble I will translate.

The woman was created
Of the rib of a man.
Not of his head to
be above him,
Nor of his feet
to be trampled,
But of his ribs
To be his equal,
Under his arms
To be protected,
And near his heart,
To be loved.