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.