I sit and look out upon the hunters that plague my kind//

I see them laugh/ I see them joke//

I see them planning their raid calling shots//

I hear them say "Ima hit that" and "I want that ass"//
 

I hear them calling their favorite cuts of the prey//
 

I see the trust in the preys eyes//
 

I see the trap/ I see the deception//
 

I'm feel the air move with the shot and BOOM//
 

I hear the prey fall//
 

I watch them leave the carcass//
 

All these poachers, that treat women as prey, they look at me for my answer, but I sit looking upon//
 

See, hear, and am silent//