You’re quick with the disclaimer, hand up like you’re innocent “I’d never do that,” while your boys just did and you’re silent You want a gold star for the scraps of respect you give Still talking over her in meetings, still telling her how to live You retweet something feminist, call your buddy out once When it’s easy, when it’s trendy, when there’s nothing to lose up front Behind closed doors you shift it—“she’s just sensitive” You’re the hero in your story while the women exit Oh, you’re so offended We won’t bend the rules For your fragile ego And your fake concern blues Not all men, but all the men I know Not all men, but you still run the show Not all men, but who’s gonna snap? Not all men, but you still got his back Not all men, but you’re defending them So what’s the fucking difference in the end? You say you’re an ally, but your comfort comes first The second it costs you, that support starts to blur You date women half your age, say “it’s different for me” Comment on her body, call it honesty You’re mad we clutch our keys walking home at night But won’t check your friend when his “jokes” cross lines “What about false accusations?”—you interrupt her truth Need receipts and timelines for the trauma she lived through Oh, you’re so offended We’re naming the patterns Your “not all men” speech Shows what really matters Not all men, but all the men I know Not all men, but you still run the show Not all men, but who’s gonna snap? Not all men, but you still got his back Not all men, but you’re defending them So what’s the fucking difference in the end? “I’m one of the good ones”—yeah, I know that line Right before you prove you’re just the same kind You’ve got a daughter, mother, sister, wife Still profit every day from the danger in our lives Your silence isn’t neutral, your hands aren’t clean They’re stained by every laugh, every time you didn’t intervene “Not all men” just gives cover to the ones who make us prey If you’re really different—disrupt it today Not all men, I hear you now Not all men, but you won’t allow That the system serves you, shields your name While we keep playing a rigged game Not all men, but enough of you Not all men—so what will you do? ‘Cause “not me” only hides your friends So what’s the fucking difference in the end? Not all men But definitely you
