The Revolt of Mother

I am old-fashioned, and I think it right That man should know, by Nature's laws eternal, The proper way to rule, to earn, to fight, And exercise those functions called paternal; But even I a little bit rebel At finding that he knows my job as well.

At least he's always ready to expound it, Especially in legislative hall, The joys, the cares, the halos that surround it, "How women feel"—he knows that best of all. In fact his thesis is that no one can Know what is womanly except a man.

I am old-fashioned, and I am content When he explains the world of art and science And government—to him divinely sent— I drink it in with ladylike compliance. But cannot listen—no, I'm only human— While he instructs me how to be a woman.