12/03/2026
I like women.
The ones with a sharp edge.
The ones who “If you don’t change, you’ll never find a husband”
The boss bi***es.
The ones who act like they’re the most beautiful in the world - because they are, because you are.
The ones who spend hours in front of the mirror, looking at themselves, painting themselves, adorning themselves as if they were a work of art - because they are, because you are.
I like the women who look at you, smile, and say, “God, you’re so beautiful.”
The ones who clap for you and cheer you on even if they don’t even know who you are.
I like the women who don’t bend, who don’t bow.
The ones who rebel, who raise their voices, who run from oppressors and regimes.
The ones who fight and don’t give up.
The ones who cry, wipe their tears, and start again.
The ones who never stop dreaming and believing that one day… we will be free.
