Quiet down, love.
We know this is your passion
and you stared this whole row
but, darling, if you could,
just keep it down right now.
Sweetheart, sweetheart, please,
you make a fool out of yourself!
Speaking on these matters that
you know nothing about.
Stick to what you're best at
and leave the rest to us.
It'd go along much smoother
if you didn't make a fuss.
Here, I'll take the mic.
From now on, I'll run the show.
My collegue cannot to prove
what she says she knows.
I know it must be hard
as you're fighting opposition
when the men who stand behind you
push you back into the kitchen.
They cannot make it obvious,
lest their voters see,
but in these halls it's all too clear
how little women mean.
They want you out the way, you see,
trust that I see it too.
But that's just the way your life will work;
it's best I handle this for you.
~scholarship found on powerpoetry com