Men
Mourn Lyrics

Many times I said
I have repeatedly expressed my desire to be heard

that I would like to be heard
I wish to have my opinions and views acknowledged and respected

It’s not easy, you see
It is a challenging task

when they’re speaking over me
since others are interrupting and talking louder than me

I’m not being respected
I am not treated with due regard or esteem

at my work
in my professional setting

I’m walking the streets
while out in public

and in their faces I can feel
I perceive in their facial expressions

my pure existence is constantly
that my very being is continually

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.
Misleading and confusing all their senses and aspects of their body

I don’t really trust men
I have a lack of faith in men as a group

Careful, careful what you say
Be cautious and thoughtful in your speech

Shut up, will you calm down?
Please be quiet and composed

In their eyes I am weak
They perceive me as vulnerable and feeble

In their fragile eyes
based on their vulnerability and susceptibility

My boundaries are disrespected all times
My limits are violated continually

They think they do things FOR me but they’re doing them TO me
They assume they are helping me when in fact, they are not listening to and respecting me

In their eyes I am meat
They see me as an object to be consumed

Selfish eyes
driven by self-interest and desire

In their eyes I can see
I discern in their perspective

In their fragile eyes
In the eyes of their vulnerability

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.
Their emotions, ideas, and aspirations; as well as their capacity to influence and impact my life are all drivers of their behavior and attitudes.