In the Kitchen

The year was 1909 when they created home economics A class where the man could supervise to make sure women did what he wanted We studied hard for dinner time so we could make his meals just right But I won't be his trophy wife, proper prim and polished It's been over a century He still thinks we should cook and clean Gave him one chance to show respect and he He said to me Young age, pretty face, bright ideas Ya new round here? Are ya new round here Your big mouth been talking a lot Leave that new age shit outside Too much attitude, When men are speaking don't intrude No, you must ask permission. Now get back in the kitchen Last time that I checked I am not a chef I am just girl. This cruel world has no respect He thinks I'm worthless unless I'm getting undressed I tried to dismiss his arrogance but now he's overstepped Bigot Boy must be confused cause who the fuck you talking to Six figures by twenty two, money go longer than your dick do No matter what I do, he'll disapprove. He mistakes his beliefs for truths I'm trying to help, prepare yourself for when he says to you Young age, pretty face, bright Ideas You seem to be new round here Your big mouth been talking a lot Leave that new age shit outside Too much attitude, When men are speaking, don't intrude No, you must ask permission, Now get back in the kitchen Raise your voice, he made us whisper Scream and shout, loud and proud Don't need nothing from no mister Just a little feminism Raise your voice, we will not whisper Scream, shout, loud and proud Don't need nothing from no mister Just a little activism Don't need nothing from no mister Just a little feminism Just a little feminism