Writer’s Note: Fuck patriarchy.
A long long time ago,
When people were still naive,
And countries were used as chains,
There was a war.
My memory isn’t that strong,
But it so happened that a king
Woke up one morning and had a fight
With his wife and it hurt his pride.
It was not any plain pride
But a male one and so,
He decided he’d conquer
The country beside. “Then she’ll know.”
He sent his army and pat
Himself on his back.
Twirled his moustache knowing
His wife will get on track.
That night he snored louder,
For he had just fed the little snake
Inside him, his ego. And it was
Sleeping too, was easy to fool him.
The next morning, the snake woke up
With the king, extremely angry.
For they saw his sister’s bed
And there were only pillows – three.
Where did the sister go?
He asked everyone to look for
Her servant. Of course she must have
Run away. That whore I call my sister.
They found the servant in a minute.
He was where he was supposed
To be. Doesn’t mean he didn’t
Steal his sister’s dignity.
The snake ordered that the servant
Be beat bloody. And the king obeyed.
The servant didn’t say anything.
But the snake felt better, it said.
The sister was still missing and the
Whole kingdom was in search. And in
The country beside them, another
Snake lay, wounded, holding the sister.
The King of the country beside held
The sister captive. But gave her a beautiful
Room to be prisoner in. Because a bird
Must care about her cage’s shine.
The sister lay in the bed, not crying
But confused, this fourteen year old soul
Didn’t know what to do. Only last night her
Mother told her how she’d bleed soon.
And then, she said, she’d be a woman.
Because girls became women only
When they were of use to men. Before that
They’re girls and play till they become women.
It frightened her to think that she might
Bleed in a strange country. She had heard
Stories of men bleeding in foreign lands for
Their nation. And everyone had clapped.
Would she be treated the same? Somehow
She wasn’t sure. For she remembered the slap
When she asked for a sword too. She thought
if her brother could, she could too.
But she was wrong. For boys become men
When they pick up a sword. And girls
Become women when they bleed and
Learn to be tamed by that sword.
The strange king walked into her room
And came dangerously close. She crawled
To the wall as far as she could get but the
King said, “Don’t worry I’m kind.”
He told her he wouldn’t hurt her
Because he was kind. And he had a sister.
And all she could think was “Why is he not
Sending me home if he’s so kind?”
And is his sister a girl? Or did she become
A woman? Was she the strange king’s or
Some stranger’s? How was it kind
When surrounding her were four walls?
It was then that she heard the horns
And knew it was his brother. She should’ve
Been happy but was scared. Did his brother have
The strange king’s sister because he was kind?
It didn’t take long
For the war to end.
They wrote it down
As The Sisters’ War.
But it’s funny how
It was a Man’s War.
Which hurt men and women alike
To prove to a Woman
That he was a Man indeed.
It’s funny how there was a war,
Saying it was for a woman,
When just a snake needed to be fed.
And it’s funny how there was a war,
Saying it was for a man,
When just a woman wanted her debt.
You fought to prove your manliness
To a woman.
Then you fought again to conquer
Back your women.
Two snakes fought.
Give the women swords if they want.
They can fight their own wars.
They don’t care if you don’t actually –
For they have the blade and are out to break those bars.
Featured image from Pinterest.