Here’s a poem I wrote about being nice. Don’t get me wrong being a decent person is great, being kind, altruistic and loving are attributes I always aim to met. However allowing your self-worth to be crushed by constantly trying to please everyone else can be extremely demeaning, this something I’ve found to be particularly true in the last few years. So love yourself, as cheesy as it sounds, if you can master that everything else will follow!
Nice. Just nice.
Like a car going the right speed
A senseless demand that you heed
All the stories your parents tell you
The adventures you’ll never do
Being nice is being stackable, putbackable.
To say no – even though this
Is your own fate
You’re running late
Making the madding crowds irate
Because nothing is up to you
You put up, there’s nothing else you can do
Because you are putbackable
You see others see you as reliable
The certainty of your smile
On early morning car-miles
Keeps them going
So you keep your nice showing
But it’s time to show up for you
Because unpredictability is true too
Saying no and staying in with messy hair dos
Jumping on a bus, just because
So talk shit about brexit
and think you’re it in your new outfit
Because you’re mighty
Boiling over with quick-wit
Here’s to being able,
Stable in your two shoes
Proud of dirt under your nails
Blazing an upwards trail
Away from the fairytale of nice
To throwing your own dice
Here’s to dismissing the fables
Able, to turn on your own tables.
I’m pretty new to writing poetry so please comment/ criticise it really helps me or introduce me to your own poetry I’d love to read it!