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 dissasociate But I've seen how you treat her And I've heard her talk about how it feels To be prey inside a class society, implied-second rate citizen, Condemed 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 commodity 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 individual, her integrity, and self-respect If this is what it means to me a man, then baby... fuck this shit! Her tears 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.

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