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