I can still remember when I was young,
and I thought i was forever going to be,
a damsel in distress,
a hiding princess.
I thought that a prince would come to rescue me,
The way they did in story books,
but now I’m older and I know,
All they did was give small hope.
Now I realise that they only made up the worlds,
Of Snow White and Cinderella to,
Engrave in our very souls that,
The world is for the men.