To the fellas

by joelmckerrow

To the fellas,
To the brothers,
To the cock and the balls,
To the patriarchy,
To me,

We have forgotten how this ends.
Every time. We have forgotten.


This ends with a crumbling.
This ends with an empire fading.
This ends with a broken people bent under the weight of our ego.
This only ever ends with the stark realisation of how small our penises really are.

Surely there must be a different path
and another way
and a play we have never stepped out
or perhaps simply a group of people who could do this better than us.

Don’t they say that a problem can never be solved by the same level of thinking that created the problem in the first place. So let us put our small penises back in our pants. They do not think well.


Let us step down from the pedestal. Let us step down from the power. Rather let us give ourselves to the serving and the honouring and the standing alongside those power-house women that birth us and hold us and could run this world so much better than we have proved ourselves incapable of.

We have not proved ourselves worthy.
We have hurt so many and it is time for us to move aside,
press ourselves to the floor,
lower our faces upon the dirt of our transgressions
and beg our throats husk dry.

This pleading for forgiveness from
all the many women
who have suffered under our reign.

Forgive us.

Forgive us.

Forgive us.

I know that you know who you are,
you whom I plead for forgiveness.
I beg of you,
forgive me.

To the fellas
and the brothers
and the patriarchy
and the small penises
may we realise that we have not done this well.

Perhaps this is where true change in our world actually begins.