Sexism Is Real : Wrestling Is Not Songtext / Lyric

I could never say exactly what it's 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 commodity

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 tears told me that she's not a thing.

It's a matter of respect.

Her tears showed me that inequality is real

And not cliché rhetoric.