The Predator and the Prey

In a world that doesn’t want us to feel free

Is it any wonder why, we feel we have lost our agency?

Toxic men have become obsessed with being the victims of something

They like to take on this role so the can show they don’t have “control of anything”

By convincing others they are the true victim

They get to control but be absolved of the system

Their behaviour and offences are never their fault

You get to batter and beat me and give me shots

In my heart I know I am the real victim of something above me

But you convince me that your the real victim you see

That you must show me how to behave and how to act

You take away my reality and experiences and replace it with facts

Facts about myself and how the world actually is

And my place in it, which is never above his

You must manipulate and control me, and manage with fear

But when I resist you tell me its my own inadequacies that led me here

The predators like to convince us that were not actually prey

They will do everything in their power to take our boundaries away

Even if that power is becoming the victim of something

We can’t even have that, so they take it for consumption

In the end they snatch all our power propelling us closer to fear

They continue to tell us that we deserve to be here
It is time now in the world to demand something more
And tell them that we will not tolerate being hurt anymore