🧚‍♀️ fairy tales for people who innately trust cops 🌈🕊️🫶

✶

i just genuinely
wanna know
what kind of
delusional fairytale bullshit 🧚‍♀️
y’all think
i’ve been living through.

like—
do i look like someone
who thinks the system works?
do i give “hopeful?”
do i radiate
“naïve survivor energy?”
🌈🕊️🫶💖
babe.
i’ve been knowing
the game was rigged
since before
i had fucking adult teeth.

i didn’t miss the memo.
i was proofed in it.
shit—
they handed it to me
in crayon. 🧃🧸

you think
i don’t get that
no one gives a fuck what i feel?
what i say?
lol girl—
i learned early.
✨ no one cares ✨
unless you can prove it.
and even then,
they’ll squint at the proof
and still tell you
“hmm. idk. sounds personal.”

bro.
it was one of my
earliest memories—
dialing 911 🚔
because someone had to.
📣🧍‍♀️📞📞📞📞
they came.
they left.
they came.
they left.
neighbors called.
bro,
friends’ parents literally
dialed 911
while i was on the phone.
and still—nothing.
📞🚨🚔💨
yo.
one time?
i told them
he said he’d kill me. 🔪✨
they told me to
“listen to my father.” 💀
i shit you not.
like that was the threat.
💀💀

the only time
they ultimately did anything
was when he
put his hands on a cop.
lol.
not us.
us, they lol’ed.
him?
he bruised
a fucking badge. 💀🪦
then they suddenly
discovered arrest warrants.

🚔👏🙄

same shit,
different day.
i reported my rape.
they couldn’t
find his number,
LOL
so i had to fucking
phone-a-friend
like i was on some
fucked up episode of
who wants to be a millionaire:
sexual trauma edition.
called him.
put him on speaker.
made me read the script.
admitted he knew i was too drunk.
admitted it felt wrong.
admitted seemingly enough. ✨
but lol no.
they looked at me and went:
“damn. tragic. anyway—
can’t press charges.”
😐👮‍♂️👋
shit—
awkward, you just
called him up,
like—
after a decade.
can’t help though.
✨ lol sorry. ✨

and when i tried
to get someone
dangerous out of my life?
same thing.
walked into the pd like
a dumbass bitch 💫
with actual evidence in hand.
they were like
“sure sure, we’ll file this.”
jk: they didn’t.
called two days later—
no record.
legendary performance. ✨

👏 boys 👏 in 👏 blue 👏

bro—
i even tried
telling a court-appointed
💫 therapist
about the violence
when i was a literal fucking child.
he said i was lying. 🔥✨
to my face.
while my dad symbolically
stood behind him with a joint
and smug little predator smirk.
and that’s the part
that haunts me—
not the abuse.
the adults who knew,
and still looked at me
✨ like i was the problem. ✨

so no.
i’m not naïve.
i’m not a dumb bitch.
i’m just done pretending
shit didn’t happen,
because y’all don’t wanna hear it.
i’m done acting
like y’all are all shocked
when women bleed
and no one helps.
👏😐📉

and i’m especially done humoring people
who cringe when i talk about it
because they still think
“justice” is a real fucking word.

justice is a brand. ⚖️
accountability is a vibe.

🥺👉👈

yo—honestly,
i’ve just accepted
that truth doesn’t matter here.
not unless you’re white.
not unless you’re resourced.
not unless you’re male.
not unless you’re
the one doing the damage.

🚔👍🤷‍♀️🫶🌈

and it’s honestly funny
how uncomfortable people get
when i say this part out loud.
like they really thought
i was too delusional to notice
the way the system works.
💫

nah.
i noticed.

i just stopped pretending it would ever work for me.

but sure,
keep calling me crazy.
talking to me—
like i don’t know this shit.

babe,
i am this shit.

🏰🧚‍♀️👸✨