the weakness of men is women
this is what makes the world turn
inside each and every straight guy
a flaming faggot burns
i don’t mean the rainbow kind
who become philosophers
i mean the kind who’d smoke a cave
to bring his woman furs
it lives deep down within his heart
so long as he has one
and even when it’s broken
it only twists but isn’t gone
whenever we ask too many a man
that they be more than than men
we drive them to go forth
and commit unspeakable sin
some of us got lucky and
could thrive without a man
and played our influences and riches
to gain the upper hand
the government and corporations
then helped us do the job
now instead of just one per family
there are two now they can rob
you think more direct access
to secondhand resources makes you free
but some poor woman somewhere pays
for your “equality”
you have enough money
to pad your aging skin
enough access to water that
you don’t crack from within
the food that’s on your table
it comes from far away
where some maria or jamila
misses school today
and somewhere there’s a monifa
whose father works in a mine
since he’s not a female
he gets last in the clinic line
but acid in the sand beneath her feet
she still inhales
and none of you can answer why
all of her pregnancies fail
funny that you should look at your watch
while i tell my rhyme
monifa’s dad is sick and her babies die
for your good time
human rights is women’s rights and men’s rights are human rights
and men’s rights are women’s rights and women’s rights are men’s rights
and men and women’s rights are sons’ and daughters’ rights
and your rights are my rights
and mine are yours
alright?
