Obedient
Everyone expects us to stand down
To learn our place
To just sit back and watch the ‘men’ do the work
To work in the kitchen slaving away all day and seem happy about it
But I can’t and I won’t seem happy about it
The men need to learn their place
Maybe they could be the ones sitting back in the kitchen
While we go out and work the mens jobs
Maybe be a lawyer or be a cop
Not just sit in the house doing cooking and acting like a nice obedient woman
Maybe we don't want to be nice and obedient anymore.
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