Some women will drench you in compliments, promises, and affection —not to celebrate you,not to empower you,but to disarm you. They come smiling, arm
Some women will drench you in compliments, promises, and affection —
not to celebrate you,
not to empower you,
but to disarm you.
They come smiling, arms wide open, calling you “sister,”
only to herd you right back into the arms of male violence.
That’s not sisterhood. That’s sabotage.
When you speak out about the man who hurt you,
they flood you with sweet words to make you doubt yourself.
They say you’re “strong enough” to endure it.
They say you’re “overreacting” if you demand justice.
They say forgiveness is “healing” —
but only for him.
When they need you to protect male egos, male reputations, male comfort —
they will weaponize love against you.
Lavish praise becomes the velvet rope they try to tie around your throat.
But hear this:
Real love never demands your silence about violence.
Real sisterhood does not decorate your cage and call it a home.
Real healing never demands that you betray your own body, your own mind, your own truth.
You owe no loyalty to betrayal.
You owe no allegiance to complicity.
If they try to love bomb you into surrendering your voice,
your dignity,
your safety,
you are not “breaking sisterhood” by refusing.
You are saving it.
You are honoring all the women who came before you
and all the women yet to come.
You are the sisterhood they are afraid of.
The kind that doesn’t back down.
The kind that doesn’t bow.
The kind that doesn’t betray.
Stand tall.
Stay free.
Burn their velvet ropes into ash.
