Fuck Cinderella and her dainty shoe
and fuck Sleeping Beauty and her magic kiss
I have other problems
A blown head gasket,
empty cereal boxes and a run in my stocking.
You see me here, in my pin-striped suit
holding a tape recorder, writing your news,
I don’t fall under your nose
you can’t judge me this or that,
can’t measure my success by the size of my breasts
or the shape of my legs,
categories of worthy or not
and I’m not your destiny
and no, I won’t be your mistress,
but I might fuck you for an oil change.
–Diana May-Waldman