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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 I learned to disassociate. but I've seen how you treat her and I've heard her talk about how it feels be prey inside a class 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 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 tears told me that she's not a thing. it's a matter of respect. her tears showed me that inequality is real anot clichè rhetoric. |