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.