A wrong word said at the most inappropriate time,
And they look at you as if you’ve done a crime;
An inch higher above the knees,
Will surely not please.
A little mistake is all it takes ,
And although they’ll never say it to your face,
Inside their heads, they wonder
Whether your parents taught you proper.
They’ll find your flaws,
And use them as claws,
Leaving you scratched,
And with strings attached.
You should’ve known better,
And worn a skirt longer;
Kept quiet and smiled,
And maybe, just maybe, they’ll all still be on your side.