Capital B Shaped, But Acting Like a “b”

He was shaped like a

Capital B—

big body, big ego, big

opinions nobody asked

for, about women who

saved him more times

than they saved

themselves.

And yet somehow,

he had the audacity

to walk heavy on the

confidence of women

whose light he could

never carry.

The damage wasn’t

loud at first —

it was rehearsed.

Delivered in gaslight

and guilt, masked as

charm, sealed with just

enough softness to

make you doubt the

bruise.

He stomped into hearts

with no

intention of staying—

only to plant doubt

where there

used to be softness—

and then critique the

softness he destroyed.

Weaponized attention,

withheld kindness like

it was currency,

and laughed at the

bruises he left

on voices trying to heal.

And the irony?

He barely had enough

backbone to

stand on. Never held

himself up on his own

merit.

All chest, no heart.

All projection, no

protection.

All “alpha,” no follow-

through.

Because when you’re

built like a Capital B

but act like a little “b,”

you’re not powerful.

You’re just loud and

leaning.

Taking up space you

never earned.

Dragging women

through

emotional turbulence

just to feel a flicker of relevance.

You don’t get to mock

the confidence of

women

while being carried by

the benefit of their

doubt.

You don’t get to deflate

what you could never

inflate.

You don’t get to

perform dominance

when your whole life

reads like

a poorly formatted,

scripted apology.

We’ve been quiet too

long.

Shrinking in the

shadow of men

whose insecurities

wear compression

pants.

We’ve tiptoed around

egos bigger than their

integrity.

But not today.

Because this is where

the shape-shifting

ends.

This is where women

reclaim the

mirror

and stop making room

for lowercase men

in Capital stories they

can’t carry on their

own.

This is The Voice

Declassified.

And we see you.

Unfiltered.

Unimpressed.

Unavailable.