In which poem does Anne Bradstreet give vent to her anger against unjust criticism of her writings?

The poem was "The Prologue." In this poem her exact Words showing her anger was thins part I am obnoxious to each carping tongue

Who says my hand a needle better fits;

A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong,

For such despite they cast on female wits.

If what I do prove well, it won't advance;

They'll say it's stol'n, or else it was by chance.