They don’t know 

That we have to keep our blinds closed 

That there might be someone peeking through our window 

The guys, they don’t know 

They don’t know our lives 

How we walk to our cars with pepper spray, lipstick tasers and pocketknives 

How our protection depends on how hard we try 

The guys, they don’t know our lives 

They don’t know our pain 

that we are judged for how we dress every day 

 we can’t just give out our names 

That it’s slowly driving us all insane 

The guys, they don’t know our pain 

They don’t know our rage 

How we only see “bad” and “dangerous” in every place 

How we always remember a face, just in case 

How we can recall license plates 

The guys, they don’t know our rage 

They don’t know our boundaries 

That we don’t in fact like cat calling or feeling random hands around our bodies 

That we’ve grown fond of the word “no” so we make it back to our families 

The guys, they don’t know our boundaries 

They don’t know our exhaustion 

How we hate the amount of effort and precautions 

How we look behind us every so often 

The guys, they don’t know our exhaustion 

And They don’t know our drive 

That we want to change the course of our lives 

That we will not just stand by 

That we will make rules created by society crumble up and die 

The guys, they don’t know our drive 

And they don’t know our strength 

How we pick each other back up in every way 

How we collectively hate this place 

How we share our pain 

The guys, they don’t know our strength 

And they don’t know our mind 

That we refuse to stay “blind” 

That we will change everything wrong that we find 

The guys, they don’t know our mind 

And they don’t know our truth 

How women have nothing to lose 

How we only ever feel used 

How we suffer and go through so much abuse 

The guys, they don’t know our truth 

And they don’t know our power 

That we are more than delicate flowers 

That we will never call ourselves cowards 

And that we strive to empower. 

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