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