maybe i’ll cry if you say it meaner. 🕊️✨

what do the opps do
when
step one of the playbook
“make her cry”
just…
doesn’t fucking land.

✋😊

like bro
you are raising your voice
in a climate-controlled room
over zoom,
while my toddler
nails me in the skull
with a crayon
and i’m just
sitting there blinking:

this is your moment
get it, king.

🗣️🔥😒

but for real
my dad was calling me
names at four
in a kitchen with no witnesses
no transcript
no objection, tragically.

my fear radar,
is like “is this death?”

nah?
ok, continue.

and no.
my childhood
didn’t turn me into
🏆 an eternal victim; 🏆
it turned me into
someone who
✨ notices patterns,
✨ writes shit down, and
✨ refuses to be gaslit
about what actually happened.

—

so honestly
if you think
i’m afraid to be called dumb?
if you’re a little crueler about it—
i might lose my shit???

bro. no.

✨🙃✨

(takes notes)

i’m just out here like—

“omg i’m dumb??
that’s crazy—lemme go
write that down
in my little feelings diary
and focus on a real fucking problem.”

yo.

if volume or cruelty
killed me
babe—
you’d be talking to a fucking ghost.

—

truly. i’ve—
🥰 heard it.
🥰 lived it.
🥰 didn’t die.
because,
yes—i’m learning.
yes, i am imperfect.
but i’m still ✨genuinely trying✨…

and i don’t lie about what i don’t know.

—

so yeah.
✨ i can say that.
✨ i can own that.

but homie.

the bar for
“scary man yelling”
was set in like 1993
and heartbreakingly,
you’re not clearing it.

like damn

🚫 you can’t hit me
🚫 you can’t corner me
🚫 you can’t block me in a room
🚫 you can’t choke me out mid-second trimester.

all
you can legally do
is mispronounce my name
call my entire life “meritless”
and pray
i mix up a date.

😌🙏✨🕊️

damn.
i mean, bless your heart.
i made a mistake?
i am sorry.
i’ll fix it. i’ll do better.

💫

and i mean that.

for real.
i’m not here to flex—
i’m here because
what happened to me is wrong.

💖

—

but hey—
my nervous system
already met
the boss level
way before i met civil pro

(which i have mad respect for…) 🏛️🕊️⚖️

so
when
you lean in all dramatic like,
“ms. lowe, this shit is…incomprehensible”

🧘‍♀️🪷✨

—

my body’s just like:

okie doke.
well, i’ll look that over.
and hey.
we’ve survived fucking worse.
and shit,
i’m not dying.
and i know—i’m not lying.

because honestly,
it’s not about the money.
it never was.

it’s about
the fact that
it even happened.

🫥🕯️

yo.
while
i was
so.
fucking.
vulnerable—
and truthfully,
really [fucking] trusted y’all.
because,
”hi, remember me?”
yes.
✨you induced that shit✨
you
intentionally
initiated the relationship.
and look,
that’s a real issue.

and still,
i never
even want revenge.
i wanted answers.
but i’ll take accountability instead.

😐✌️