DON’T DEFEND THE PY I FED

 

DON’T DEFEND THE PY I FED – DEFEND THE WOMAN WHO WANTS TO F*ING LIVE!**

Let’s cut the bullshit.

A woman walks into a women’s rights office.
Says: “My pimp is exploiting me.”
What do they do?

• Call a lawyer

• Open a case

• Start a f***ing Twitter campaign

• Throw her face on a poster like she’s a damn brand logo

And everyone cheers like they’re f***ing heroes.

But no one asks:

“What the hell happened before the pimp showed up?”

Because that would ruin the whole f***ing narrative.

Let’s be real:

She didn’t grow up dreaming of selling her body.
She didn’t wish for a future of ds, ds, and despair.
She was starving, alone, abused, ditched, trapped, betrayed.

But instead of helping her out of the hole,
you just built a f***ing flag around her and called it freedom.

That’s not justice.
That’s pimping with a diploma.

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You say “my body, my choice”?
Cool.
But where the f*** is the real choice when:

• She has no job

• No home

• No family

• No education

• No f***ing alternative?

You defend her “right to be used”
but you won’t lift a damn finger to give her a new life.

That ain’t feminism.
That’s capitalism with glitter.

REAL feminism sounds like this:

“F*** the system that made her sell herself.
F*** the guy that pays to use her.
F*** the pimp in the shadows.
F*** the NGO that exploits her story for funding.
F*** every coward who looks away while she breaks.”

Here’s the truth:

You wanna help her?

Give her money – not moral speeches.
Give her housing – not hashtags.
Give her education – not interviews.
Give her a f*ing second chance.**
THEN talk to me about justice.

Say it loud:

I didn’t come here to defend the py I fed.
I came here to protect the woman who wants to f***ing live.

SAVE HER LIFE.
NOT HER LABEL.

Wise Man