she falls to her knees
tears hit the floor
as the door 
slams behind her back

and her hands form a seal
over her ears 
as she tries to block out the screams
and her own fears
from filling the suffocating cell

my hands pressed against the frame
i struggle with the knob
i look inside
and i am horrified
but as hard as i try
i can never fully sympathize
with how it feels behind those eyes
because of what swings between my thighs

holding her head in my hands
( her tears wet ony my fingertips )
i finally realize
how lucky i have been
i was born with a penis
i was born with fair skin
i can't get caught up feeling guilty (no)
it's my responsibility
i've got to use these advantages i've been given
to help this pale male privelige finds its end

her face buried into my chest
i look around the room
the ceiling is made of glass
and all i want is to
get her through