Described with words and pictures illuminating your threat
I read about your nature: your desires and your lusts
And I knew right away, you were a breed I could not trust.
You see, alone I am powerful, strong and confident
But then when you come near I begin to lose all common sense.
Whether you’re white, yellow, brown or tan
I am the prey, because you are a man.
Last week I sat beside you at a stop and felt scared
All you did was wait but I still felt impaired
All you did was sit and look to your feet.
But my fear replaced fair judgment and told my body to retreat.
My fears like my passions have become unbridled deep inside
Because they are founded not in reality but in falsities and lies
In what cannot be known, or what has not been seen
And so now when I see you I begin ripping at the seams.
I am the victim, that is my fate
But yours is to target, to scheme and to wait
Wherever you’re from, whatever your plan
I am still the prey, because you are a man.
You claim you are misjudged, and you often debate
That my state of victim is nurtured, not innate
That it is I and not you who has made a mistake
And that nobility and not aggression, is your natural state.
But then why do papers and broadcasts tell me that you’re wrong?
Why when going home alone am I constantly warned?
Why does history describe you as oppressive and inhumane?
That my innocence and vulnerability you are determined to profane.
I’ll never stop to question
Whether I have misunderstood
My fears will persist against reason
Just as flames blaze away wood.
I will continue to steal away your liberty
And make judgements rooted in fears
And so you will play your designated role
Being perceived as man and not as soul.
And so whether friendly or distant
Strong or frail
You are a predator,
Because you are a male.