03-08-19
I’m confused continuously at the behavior of members of the same sex. I try not to generalize, and I know I too have been a negative instigator both directly and indirectly, regardless there’s behavior that has become normalized that goes far beyond anything I’ve ever committed, which truthfully is shameful in of itself.
Growing up as a straight male there are thousands of things that never enter my mind. Walking down a street I’m not necessarily worried about random people lurking about, I’m not thinking about leering eyes or unwanted attention. In that these things hardly cross my mind is the definition of “privilege,” I understand the power and implications of this privilege and have knowingly used it to my advantage. I understand the double-sided system at play with this privilege in that I have experienced the inverse effect as a Hispanic in modern America. I live in a state that has actively made laws to stop, search and question me just based on the color of my skin. The one doesn’t negate the other. My experience in feeling certain amounts of oppression as a Hispanic male do not dismiss my male privilege.
My experiences in life are exceedingly filled with the stories of womyn that have experienced lives where their daily routines are consumed with automated responses they have had to build for their own security. That’s fucking crazy. At the very least half of the population is experiencing perpetual states of stress trying to mitigate their worries and just make it through the day. It’s the world we live in, it’s in every country, every city, and because it’s so pervasive, it is the dominant form of societal control. It’s fucking shameful. The things we do as a species is so baffling sometimes it’s a wonder, we’ve made it so far.
Hey Mami is about experiencing being catcalled. Catcalled in the streets and catcalled through most forums in one’s life. In part, there is a focus on the beauty that illicit the attention, but the beauty is subjective and not necessarily under the control of the person; essentially, they aren’t asking for it, yet they’ve become an object of desire and romanticized beauty.
Lyrics:
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walking so fast
Oh our lady she don’t know how she’s growing
She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walking like a babe, hey
Her image it lasts and I know
She floats along as she goes
She owns the eyes as she flies right through the sound
Moving her body all around town
Hey, hey mami, hey, hey mami
I know what you want, I know what you want, I know what you want
Sooner or later the dudes at bodegas will hold their lips and own their shit
Comin’ to terms on a chivalry tip
But our hero, she don’t know the gravity she holds
As she pulls on the eyeballs of all the kids standing tall
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walking so fast
Oh our lady she don’t know how she’s growing
She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walk like a babe, hey
Look at that ass and I know
She floats along as she goes
She owns the eyes as she flies right through the sound
Moving her body all around town
Hey, hey mami, hey, hey mami
I know what you want, I know what you want, I know what you want
Sooner or later the dudes at bodegas will hold their lips and own this shit
Comin’ to terms on a chivalry tip
But our hero, she don’t know the gravity she holds
As she pulls on the eyeballs of all the kids standing tall