dear woman

Dear woman,

On behalf of us all, I apologize
For millennia upon millennia
You have been in servitude
Not merely lesser humans, but less-than-human
Though we are not your superior

We have been so afraid that this lie would be found out
That we made you paint your faces
So that all would more easily forget that you are real
We made fucking your purpose
Then we made you compete for it

We put our dicks into you, and we came immediately
We beat you, and raped you, and murdered you
Whenever you showed intelligence or strength
Or whenever another man made us feel small
Or whenever

We punished you for not liking sex
And we punished you for liking it

But your time is at hand
A debt must be paid
Balance restored
The next four millennia are yours
We will not accept less

We only ask that you keep us alive
As we have done with you
That one day we may walk side by side

We accept that all but a few of us will be castrated

With mostly-pretend remorse,
man