The Ballad of the Modern Woman

A tableau of stages,
That last through the ages,
Where her eyes gleamed bright,
Into the darkness of night.

First she had cheeks,
With a wide, ebullient glow,
​Almost as pretty and lively
As the dresses she donned in pageant shows.

The Princess needs saving
So cry for help and some other,
All dolled up and smiling bright,
I am but the evil stepmother.

A tableau of stages,
That last through the ages,
Where her eyes gleaming a tired dim,
With her being becoming beautifully slim.

Her skin and spirit is beaten to be delicate,
As she enters her silent age,
She is told of 20 types of lipstick,
Because a boy will keep her safe in the cage.

She plays the fool,
So she can attract the Misters,
Other women tell her what clothes to wear,
Because she is surrounded by poisoned stepsisters.

A tableau of stages,
That last through the ages,
Where her eyes speak dreams unsung,
As she is forced to hold her tongue.

Dance upon this heavenly moonlight!
Adorned by crowds of boys,
Keep your slutiness in check,
The masters are hunting for their toys.

There are good men, I’m sure,
But we’ve trained you to be told,
So you’re 18, sit on the aisle,
You’ll double your price if you grow old.

Stand up straight!
I forbid you of womanly feelings,
If you were pretty, you could’ve been a model
But here comes your savior, oinking and squealing.

A tableau of stages,
That last through the ages,
From the kitchen window, the stars pass her eyes,
Her life is filled with broken skies.

She remembers how she wore it pretty,
She remembers how style is all.
Damn girl! Nice, tight ass!
Don’t be a slut and drop the ball.

Here she comes down the street!
Queen of the House!
Men leer and jeer,
And the women mock her blouse.

She bears wishes she never wished,
But this is her destiny,
For I have taught her
What was the death of me.

A tableau of stages,
That last through the ages,
Where her daughter’s eyes gleam bright,
Into the darkness of night.

Post written by guest writer Rohan Tripathi