Compliments & Coersion

“You look like an exotic Amazonian goddess.”

“I’ve never been fortunate enough to taste such divine chocolate as yourself.”

“Hey baby,
Why don’t you walk that cake over here
so I can have a slice?”

Sorry not sorry


I don’t care if it’s just the tip,

NoMeans No

I don’t care if you’ve waited a year

No MeansNo

I’m closed for business.

What’s in my pants
under my shirt
up my skirt

is mine and mine alone.

So you can keep your “dayum shawty”

I don’t want it I don’t need it

My body is my property
get off my lawn

This is not what love looks like

you’re despicable

sullying that sacred 4-letter word.

“Are you as kinky as your hair?
Lemme see you drop down & touch your toes.”

People like you are the reason the
goals of the feminist movement are skewed

people like you are the reason women
walk home at night clutching their
purses and furtively glancing
left and right.

I shouldn’t have to be forced to hide my castle
I own this ish

It is mine and mine alone

so now and forever


your “compliments” are unappreciated


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