I’m tired of the names. Tired of the judgment. Let me say this loud and clear, if you have never had your way into my pants, you have no right to call me an ashawo.
You don’t know my story; you don’t know my struggles. You just see the glamour, the curves, the confidence… and you think it gives you the license to insult me?
Respect is not about what you think you know. It’s about what you don’t. I work hard. I carry myself with dignity and I refuse to let small minds define me with dirty labels. Calling a woman names doesn’t make you a man. It only shows how broken you are inside.
So before you speak, check your facts. Your assumptions don’t change my truth.
