You say not all men,
You say not all men, have knives instead of fingertips!
You simple soldiers are friendly under fire!
Victims of your own guns!
Not all me we know that,
We have been told that!
And I understand that my refusal for silence,
Makes you very much uncomfortable!
My voice ripping through the night,
Cuts through your bones!
Not all men are horrible!
Not all men are monsters!
Not all men creep up behind you and have coal for hearts!
Not all men are monsters!
But enough of them!
We must walk with held back breath,
Overbeating hearts, car keys forming claws in our fists!
Not all men!
But I happened to be up all night,
thinking about how young they were,
Thinking of the sharpened words they spit at your way!
I was up all-night thinking about those poisoned tongues in the parking lot,
Thinking about what to do next time!
Realising there would be a next time!
The crimes that mark me and my sisters of the unimaginable!
We all know someone bitten by not all men!
And I shrank I your eyes,
When I defend myself!
And you say protesting at me,
Not all men!
But all women!