Not all men will listen, not all men will understand
You tell me you are not all men a sleight of hard
I can look at, and love you, and yet still be afraid
While so much violence still seems to be man-made
Do not usurp my story, don't tell me what to do
This is not about all men, don't make it personal
Not all men are sexist, not all men disrespect.
Not all men are the man who harms who he should protect
Not all men are vicious, not all men are brutes
Not all men are the ones who punches, rapes and shoots
Not all men use violence, most are courteous and kind
But when I talk of toxic men, others feel maligned.
When I say I'm afraid of men who mean me harm,
You tell me not make a fuss, there's no need for alarm,
That ont all men are like that, not to stress my pretty head
Or talk about those other men just look at you instead
But what of women suffering a slap, a punch, a shore,
A life of menacing oppression from a man they love
So I ask you to consider, when you jump in to defend,
How did speaking up for women become slandering of men?
Why is it when I voice my fears, you first defend your brother?
Instead of listening to your sisters, mothers or your lovers?
I need you to hear my voice and listen to my fears,
But you just keep on shouting louder and my voice just disappears.