Men

Many times I said that I would like to be heard It's not easy, you see, when they're speaking over me I'm not being respected at my work I'm walking the streets and in their faces I can feel My pure existence is constantly Deceiving their sight, their taste Their mouth, their head, their ears Their stomach, their feet, their tongue Their teeth, their guts, their brain Their arms, their hands, their hips, their lips I don't really trust men Careful, careful what you say Shut up, will you calm down? In their eyes I am weak In their fragile eyes My boundaries are disrespected all times They think they do things for me But they’re doing them to me In their eyes I am meat Selfish eyes In their eyes I can see In their fragile eyes Their pride, their voice, their thoughts Their lust, their shame, their power Their feels, their knowledge, their questions Their ego, their sons, their dreams Their hopes, their limits, their joy