You must be nice, they use to say, The truth of me began to fall away, When I was just a little girl, I was taught to be nice and later this unfurled. There was a time when my answer was “yes,” All the time and can you guess, What that did to me, it became a fight,
The Ride of My Life - Poem Talks - On Being Nice
The Ride of My Life - Poem Talks - On Being…
The Ride of My Life - Poem Talks - On Being Nice
You must be nice, they use to say, The truth of me began to fall away, When I was just a little girl, I was taught to be nice and later this unfurled. There was a time when my answer was “yes,” All the time and can you guess, What that did to me, it became a fight,