society loves a woman who is
pleasing to the eyes,
laughs gently,
sits uprightly
with her legs crossed
at her ankles.
society loves a woman who laughs at
an insult disguised as a joke,
as god forbid she take anything seriously,
A shiny little trophy to only be bothered
by the bag she has on her wrists or the
man she has in her arms.

society loves a woman who is secretly
vain and pretentious yet must appear sweet and delicate.
society loves a woman who has ambition but not too much that it threatens others.
a woman who smiles prettily
but not speak hastily,
who lips only know blessings and not curses
but most of all society loves a woman who would be as meek as a sheep,
easy to steer, guide and maintain.