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 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 coomodity
  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 terars 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.