The Weaker Sex...?

When she was just a girl,

She found a pair of slippers

And went to a ball

Where she danced the whole night through

Then, when the revelry was over,

She walked out of the ball

Sans her left shoe

You must be thinking

“I have heard this before”,

But this is not about Cinderella’s prince

But about the princess in us all

For you see, we are deluded by illusions of majesty

And we hide behind masculinity

An essence so fragile,

That a simple puff could blow it away

Or knock it awry

Because let’s face it

There is no weaker sex

Only assholes of various sizes and shapes

With nothing better to do, than discriminate

So ask yourself, why?

Why would Aurora need a kiss from a stranger?

Why would Cinderella need rescuing from her situation?

And why is it that we have a constant need to be on top of everything?

And then answer me this

Who really belongs to the weaker sex?

The Bilge Master