Lace your corsets tight
morphe hair into straw;
Plaster your faces white
drown in the summer aroma,
round and thin speaking words.
Just one stiff drink
stiff in khaki cutoffs.
You must be a lady.
You have prepped and pampered and pleased those all night, but you faked it.
They would not be happy with your loudmouth, bare face, optimistic, outgoing, independent self.
They do not want to see you, they want to see who they want you to be.
So fall behind them.
Let them drink more so they feel as if they have socially conquered you.
Let them buy you a drink and watch you sip it slowly.
Because if you turned up the glass and drank it quicker than them, you would be faking it.
If you go out, a natural beauty, you will be better off to plaster on layers of lies.
They will not see you for who you are, but who you have been made to be.
If you are able to do more of anything, you will be less.