I held my daddy's hand at grandpa's funeral
I looked up and saw a tear flow free
Carried away by the wind
Who says real men don't cry?
I looked at her thin frame
She tried to fake a smile
But I clung on to her side
Who says real women have curves?
I looked at the blood on the floor
The rope on the ceiling
Another Beauitful soul gone
Who says words don't ****?
I looked at them part
Another goodbye
A kiss here and there
I promise to come home safe, mom, he says
Who says freedom comes free?
I looked at the torn innocent girl
I held her trembling body in my arms
Trying not to fall
Who says **** is okay?
I look at the man on his deathbed
The drugs and the beer have finally gotten to him
I hold his hand and kiss his forehead for the last time
Who says smoking and drinking is cool?
I look at the beaten man
I rush to his side and dial 9-1-1
He's barely breathing, his breaths are jagged
Who says a man is the only abuser?
I look at her covered tattooed arms
Her patient starts to slowly die and she starts panicking
Quick! Hurry! Save the little girl, she says
Who says people with tattoos are stupid?
I see the man in his turban
Helping the little old lady cross the street
She's laughing like there's no tomorrow
Who says all Muslims are radical?
I see a man getting bullied
Others screaming at him to grow some *****
A group of women and men run up to take his side
Who says feminists hate men?
I look at the girl in her Dress Blues
M-16 slung around her chest
Her family surrounding her
Who says women belong in the kitchen?