CANTANTE: Closet Monster

TITULO:Sexism Is Real: Wrestling Is Not

I could never say exactly what it's 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 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
and not cliché rhetoric