Made for the women who were trained to decorate a man’s life.
To sit pretty, stay quiet, and never take up space.
For the ones posed like furniture with feelings,
a display item in someone else’s home,
a soft accessory for a boy who collects women
like trophies he doesn’t bother to polish.
This jacket is not submissive.
It doesn’t match the couch.
It’s not here to be cute background noise.
The zipper protests the sentence “just relax.”
The collar refuses to giggle on command.
The lining screams louder than the room will ever allow.
Wear it the way a museum protects its art:
Behind velvet rope.
With a security alarm hiding in every floral stitch.
Protected. Priceless. Untouchable.
You are not a boy’s toy.
You are the entire exhibit—
and admission requires respect.
Made for the women who were trained to decorate a man’s life.
To sit pretty, stay quiet, and never take up space.
For the ones posed like furniture with feelings,
a display item in someone else’s home,
a soft accessory for a boy who collects women
like trophies he doesn’t bother to polish.
This jacket is not submissive.
It doesn’t match the couch.
It’s not here to be cute background noise.
The zipper protests the sentence “just relax.”
The collar refuses to giggle on command.
The lining screams louder than the room will ever allow.
Wear it the way a museum protects its art:
Behind velvet rope.
With a security alarm hiding in every floral stitch.
Protected. Priceless. Untouchable.
You are not a boy’s toy.
You are the entire exhibit—
and admission requires respect.
