The Riot of All Sisters

The most dangerous phenomenon, very few know. But I must warn you for it is my duty. There is a powerful species that will stop at nothing. Destroying you is their responsibility.

The little boy looked terrified. He had never heard this one before.

See I don't want to frighten you but you should be cautious. They are well trained, tired sisters. So very angry, so very clever. They are here to eliminate the new world of boys who dare call themselves mister.

See they were raised by a boy who wore a man's suit. This boy and they lived under the same roof.

They had the worst of days and tried to fight with love. Innocent little girls didn't know what the boy was made of.

Their mother swept and wept, she thought the carpet was plenty big. But the mess the boy made was far too much for their home to fit.

Bruised and tired, the sisters couldn't go on longer. The poor ones fell off, the remaining only got stronger.

They learned how to sweep and they learned how to weep. Best of all they learned that the old ways weren't their's to keep.

For centuries they collected for a riot, long hours they worked. See sisters could be born ready but they had to work for it first.

Finally the day came where they could burn their brooms and let the fire spread. They didn't let the world stop them despite their their mother's hateful voice in their head.

They had tried to get the suit off the boy, they had tried this and that. Well now we let this fire burn him, it'll be a great big laugh.

So they laughed and they wept, the fire swallowed him whole. Don't listen to mother for she only sticks with the old.

The mother gathered the ashes and screamed it to the world. She didn't know she helped pour the misery on her little girls.

Still she loved them, still they loved her. She raised their strength, even if she never joined their laughter.

The world won't say a word this time, they saw it all. They witnessed them stand taller with every push and every fall.

Today this tale is shared with all the littles sisters and boys. Now the universe knows, suits are not meant to be toys. The mothers won't sew them, the boys won't dare wear them. The sisters will burn them, for sure they will burn them.

Goodnight little boy.