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“You should smile more,” they say—
half-grins dipped in judgment,
the kind of tone men use
when they think they’re teaching you something
you never asked to learn.
Their voices puffed up
with that lazy confidence
that comes from a lifetime
of assuming they know better.
“You’d be prettier,”
they add,
with fingers that feel like fishhooks
digging into the corners of my mouth,
dragging my lips open
so they can admire the performance
they expect from me.
“Smile—why are you so angry?”
As if happiness is a mask
I owe the world.
As if my worth
is measured by the angle
of my damn jawline.
“You should smile—men will like you more.”
Ah, there it is.
The holy altar of male approval.
Like my existence hangs
by the thin string
of some man’s opinion.
Like a smile makes me acceptable.
Manageable.
Easier to control.
All soft edges and submission
while they soak in the comfort
of my silence.
“Smile and give us what we want,”
they demand—
your compliance,
your pleasantries,
your pretty little obedience.
But hear me clearly:
no.
My smile is not a service.
It is not a tip,
or a courtesy,
or a free sample of my softness.
It is mine—
and it will be given
on my terms
or not at all.
So let them choke
on their discomfort.
Let them twitch
at the word they hate most—
“no.”
A word they should’ve learned
a long damn time ago.
Details
GeneratedNov 21, 2025
Duration3:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
Passionate angry woman with a hint of rock or alternative
Credits
Prompt by
Honey_Bee
Honey_BeeModelAria v5
