A "Rap Battle" Between Angelica and Jefferson About Women's Suffrage
Angelica- Thomas can we talk?
Jefferson- Ms. Schuyler! For you, anytime.
Angelica- It’s Church. Look, about what I said in my letter last time-
Jefferson- Oh, Angelica, please. I know you know better.
Angelica- Excuse me? What’s that meant to mean? You won’t even consider and you treat woman as if they’re weak, but who was asking for me to travel with him last week? You can’t have both Call me brilliant for flattery and naive when you disagree You can’t have both Think you somehow are we’re unequal by being Then turn around and act like I’m something you need Mr. Jefferson it’s lovely to make your acquaintance, How’s your wife? She must be so low maintenance Is she content without a say? I suppose you’d not hear it if not Maybe I should send a letter her way? I could ask her her opinion And I’m sure tell her an awful lot
Jefferson- Ms. Schuyler stop-
Angelica- Church!
Jefferson- Angelica, please-
Angelica- Don’t deny me rights and then try to flirt with me.
Jefferson- I get it, you don’t get it, But let me explain You’ll see I insist for the moment you listen, not speak
Angelica- Oh good, again, taking my voice If you meant a moment When you said a moment Rather than meaning a life of letting you speak over me Give you an inch, You take a mile Maybe otherwise I’d give you a little Let you off awhile
Jefferson- Listen. It’s a matter of what’s fickle And what’s delicate You’re not even a deligate If you understood the world you’d not even be arguing Angelica it’s a game of bargaining See, There are things women Are too soft to get Like how hard it is to meet European threat Or yet How difficult a debate you may face When trying and fighting to have things your way! I’m not stealing off with your words Just granting you salvation From the trails and struggles of forming a new nation
Angelica- How can you expect use to be passive and tell us in the same breath it’s our place to clean? My house isn’t what’s dirty The dirt is in the politics And the dirt is in our streets Mr. Jefferson you’re so blind you think I’m the one who can’t see So you want me to be quiet? Don’t write me Don’t bother Don’t waste your time Months of choking back what I’d like to say Every time you ask me to come your way Has been waste of mine So next time I need something I’ll just drop my brother in-law a line At least he does something to stimulate my … mind.

















