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My father was a fuck boi.

He lied to my mom.

Claimed he loved her:

Said they would take care of things,

if she got pregnant.

He musta meant abortion.

When she wouldn’t, he left…

Only to beg her back at my age of 8,

Demanding she move us cross country,

For a chance with him.

After the fool didn’t get his way:

He ignored a child’s phone calls…

To this very day he denies accountability:

For making me…

Abandoning me repeatedly…

For lying to my mom and the woman he actually cares for…

Last time she messaged me

Proclaiming:

Had I known about you, I would of made him love you…

No sis:

Fuck bois are fuck bois.

They won’t take accountability for anything.

That’s why they choose the life they did.

And women that will tolerate it.

But not I.

Any longer anyway.

No,

I chose the men that didn’t answer,

Too many times,

This life.

All because I was born to a society

That let’s men decide

Their own accountability

Based on the level of control

A woman allows over self.

These fuck bois

Love a person that looks the other way,

People just like them,

Doing the same,

Lying for gain,

Avoidance of accountability.

As if they have the privilege,

To use humans,

Like tissues.

To decide to flush the moment,

Their way isn’t followed,

When jump doesn’t happen,

They go running…

Screaming demons…

¡¡¡CRAZY!!!

Needing control of other to feel safe in self:

Nothing weaker.

These bois need to learn to play with dolls.

I’m no puppet,

And their rights,

don’t usurp mine,

Even if society allows it.

I demand my right to CHOOSE.

And fuck bois: it ain’t u.

So keep those fucking strings.

You might need them,

To sew up those pants someday.

Ps its cool to not be about commitment. Do that on the fly thing, but be honest, otherwise,

you don’t have consent.

That’s the whole point of words. So don’t descend to rapist. Speak your needs: accountability comes without your approval.