This poem was not written out of anger,
but out of a quiet exhaustion many women carry —
the exhaustion of being misunderstood,
of having their kindness turned into assumptions,
and their boundaries turned into battles
that far too many girls face every day.
.
Sometimes I wonder…
do girls even have the right to just talk normally?
.
Because the moment we do —
a simple conversation, a smile, basic kindness —
it somehow turns into a “signal” in someone else’s head.
.
.
A “maybe she likes me.”
A “maybe this means something more.”
.
But it doesn’t.
.
Some girls are just like that —
naturally kind,
soft in the way they speak,
warm in the way they treat people.
.
They make others feel comfortable,
not special.
They are just being themselves.
.
And they shouldn’t have to change that
just to feel safe.
.
But somehow… they are expected to.
.
Because when they say,
clearly, calmly,
“I’m not interested,”
.
something shifts.
.
Not in them —
but in the space around them.
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Kindness becomes confusion.
Silence becomes attitude.
Distance becomes a challenge.
.
And suddenly,
“No”
is no longer enough.
.
Messages don’t stop.
Boundaries are ignored.
And what should have ended with respect…
turns into discomfort,
sometimes even fear.
.
Honestly?
It’s exhausting.
.
We don’t want to be rude.
We’re just trying to feel safe.
We’re not leading anyone on —
we’re just being normal human beings.
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And yes… we know,
not all men are like this.
Many are respectful, kind, and understanding —
and this is not about them.
.
But the ones who are not…
make it harder to feel safe anywhere.
.
So tell me —
why should kindness feel like a mistake?
.
Why should being polite
come with consequences?
.
Why should anyone have to change
who they are,
just to avoid being misunderstood?
.
Because a conversation
is not a confession.
A smile
is not an invitation.
And kindness
is not a promise.
.
Not every smile is interest.
Not every conversation is a signal.
And every “No” deserves to be respected —
the first time.
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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
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