I turn on my TV to a storm of controversy
My eyes are watering, I’m begging for mercy
But oh sir, how hard it must be for you!
Do you have to be cautious too?
Do you avoid going out after the sun goes down?
Are you often told to smile, not frown?
When you walk alone, do you walk in fear?
Do you walk quickly because there is danger near?
Are you afraid when you catch someone’s lustful eye?
Do shivers travel down your spine, do you feel the urge to cry?
Are you told to cover up?
Do people tell you you’re an object to pick up?
Does music degrade you too?
Do those lyrics make you lose hope, make you blue?
Are you also called a liar?
Do people only think of you as something to desire?
Do people not believe your tears?
Even after five minutes or thirty five years?
Are you afraid to speak?
Afraid that others will turn the other cheek?
I would love to help you, sir
But my ears are flooded with slander that people slur
My feet are held down by the shackles of oppression,
Holding me own from making a confession
My mouth is covered by the gag of misogyny,
Stopping it from shouting what haunts me
But sir, you are free to do as you please
You can get away with anything at ease
You can still become a President or a Supreme Court Judge
But from this darkness I cannot budge
How hard it must be for you!
For your victims to turn up out of the blue
To scare someone from speaking
Hiding all evidence and weakness, sneaking
While my sisters are being attacked
You sit back, ignoring that fact
Thinking women’s rights are so taboo, abstract
Ignoring what your actions might bring, the impact
Tell me sir, is it really that hard for you?