I could never say exactly what its like
to feel the hurt that we create
I'm male,
I'm white,
I'm privileged,
I'm everything that I've learned to disa**ociate.
But I've seen how you treat her
and I've heard her talk about how it feels
be prey inside a cla** society.
Implied-second rate citizen,
condemned by her beauty (or lack there of)
to be alienated and judged at sight.
Patriarchy's running rampant in our streets.
A woman is not a coomodity
to be utilized by you.
I've seen your eyes and words
invade her person and strip her bare of the
qualities that make a person real.
Her terars told me that she's not a thing.
It's a matter of respect.
Her tears showed me that inequality is real
and not cliche rhetoric.