So,
you call women gold diggers
for wanting a man with money,
for wanting stability,
for having standards.

But then you lash out
when we ask for time, care, and commitment ,
and question if we bring
something to the table —
when you’re the one supposed
to build it.

And if a woman does try—
if she lowers her guard,
lets her standards slip,
leaves her boundaries astray—
you leave her with a baby
on the side of the street,
telling her,
"You should’ve chosen better.”

But don’t men do the same?

You want women for their beauty and youth —
and that’s even worse
than wanting money,
because money you can earn back,
but beauty fades,
and time is a currency, once lost
It can never be reclaimed.

And yet, we don’t shame you for it.
We don’t label you.
We don’t call you names.

So today,
I’d like to introduce a new term:

Youth Digger.

Because apparently,
asking for flowers
means you have to reconsider