the boy mom agenda✨: how to raise a monster and blame the wife™ 🙈🙉🙊
aka: raised by silence, crowned by violence
✶
bro—
boy moms?
raising certified assholes 🤰✨
teaching silence = loyalty
love means looking
the other fucking way
the classic watcher
from the sidelines
“shocked” by the fire
while holding
the fucking matches
never water in your hands,
just the fucking lighter fluid
yo. truly—
boy-moms are:
the original fucking enablers™
raising true demons
telling women to
shut the fuck up
and survive it.
my mom?
bro—
L O L
covered her fucking ears,
shut her fucking eyes
while one brother
drinks himself
into fucking oblivion?
screams
the absolute
foulest shit
at every
woman
in sight?
“verbal abuse”?
lol
just noise, bro.
she doesn’t wanna hear it.
it’s never fucking real enough
to acknowledge or
even?
maybe?
stop that shit?
like—god damn.
this is your spawn. ✨
other brother?
golden boy deluxe 2.0
cheats on a pregnant wife?
babe—
gets caught (!!)
red-fucking-handed
bro—
he walks away clean
while she’s left
RIGHTFULLY—
pissed the fuck off.
and guess who’s the problem?
always her
the wife
the one left holding
the fucking mess
never the bastard
who caused the fucking
damage.
babe—
i’m the one
calling my own family out
telling them to shut their
lying fucking mouths
when they drag my
sisters-in-law
through the fucking mud
because they can’t face
their own cowardice
and
monstrous
fucking
offspring.
yo—
i shit you not.
boy moms build
empires
on silence and denial
their sons so insulated
from repercussions—
raised to hurt without
a single fucking consequence
🙈🙉🙊✨
they watch
the house fucking burn
hands soaked in gasoline
but clutch
their fucking bibles
and pearls tight
like innocence means shit
casually cancel visits
right when the law
comes knocking?
when the truth slams
the fucking door?
they vanish like the
fucking cowards they are
they heard the screams
came,
saw—
and fucking left.
🙈🙉🙊✨
never lifted
a goddamn fucking finger
never said a word
just turned their backs
and walked the fuck away. ✨
babe—
this ain’t accident shit—
it’s calculated.
it’s generational violence
disguised as love
and boy-loyalty
boy moms raise sons
built to break shit
and people—mostly women.
and when the world
finally calls them out
they play
innocent little ghosts
too scared to haunt
their own fucking mess
“i don’t wanna be involved”
means
✨ “i don’t wanna
pay for
the fucking
monsters
i helped build” ✨
fuck the boy mom agenda
fuck their silent sponsorship of violence
fuck their enabling-ass excuses
✶
i mean this—
for
fucking
real.
i am done
carrying monsters
done swallowing
y’alls bullshit
fix your own
goddamn sons.
they’re
a fucking nightmare.
🙈🙉🙊✨
