Curls of golden hair streaming down oval face <br />Venus daintily ascended the shining sea <br />On a delicate oyster shellacked with lace <br /> <br />Rode Lady Godiva on a white stallion <br />In pure fearless naked beauty <br />Against injustice making the call clarion <br /> <br />She may be as she deigns <br />Eve, the child of heaven <br />Born for a self reliant reign <br /> <br />Love and softness radiate her visage <br />Or firmness and strength are her backbone <br />As need arises, she may reflect the required mirage <br /> <br />She gazes into your eyes during ecstasy <br />Or creates a pseudo world <br />Around an irrational fantasy <br /> <br />Readily she will submit to her master <br />Or like a Phoenix rise from the ashes <br />In fiery deathly disaster <br /> <br />Meekly she will sob on your shoulder <br />Or effortlessly rappel off a cliff <br />And revel in her adventurous side bolder <br /> <br />Matronly she births with stoic pain <br />Or with razor sharpness <br />Lead corporations to a worldly gain <br /> <br />Her qualities and visions are many <br />As are her moods and the forms she personifies <br />This is the Feminine Mystique<br /><br />Madam Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feminine-mystique/
