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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 From Letras Mania