This song goes out to all you freaks on the Metro, on the sidewalk, at the corner, busy with work or busy with nothing but when you see me (eyes down, mindin' my own bidness, trying to give off the strongest "leave me alone" vibes I can muster), you feel compelled, driven, almost honor-bound to try to get my attention with your waves, your tongue clicks, your "heeyyyyyy"s:

"Suggestion" by Fugazi

Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion?

Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion?

Is my body my only trait in the eyes of men (in the eyes of men)?

I've got some skin

You want to look in

(well, I guess so)

There lays no reward in what you discover

You spent yourself, boy, watching me suffer

Suffer your words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands

Suffer your interpretation of what it is (what it is, what it is, what it is)

to

be

a

man.

I've got some skin

You want to look in

(well, I guess so)

She does nothing to deserve it

He only wants to observe it

We sit back like they taught us

We keep quiet like they taught us

He just wants, he wants to prove it

She does nothing to remove it

We don't want anyone to mind us

So we play the roles that they assigned us

She does nothing to conceal it

He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it

We blame her for being there

But we are all guilty