Labeled The Nice Girl #Poetry #Poem #ASMSG


I woke up and thought

“I hate being the nice girl”

My niceties make me want to hurl




I exhaled

How many times do I say it’s OK?

Tell the dickheads to have a nice day?
Kill’em with kindness it’s how I was raised

Except I’m afraid I’m done with that maze
I’m tired of always being the bigger ‘man’

I’m thinking shit’s about to hit the fan
I hate feeling like I’ve been used

That my niceties are being abused

Don’t take me for granted

Damn it!

Who am I trying to fool?

I’ll continue to be the pack mule
I put on my mask…

Why you ask?
Nice girl blood runs through my veins

And I’m a true glutton for pain
Nice girl will always be my trait

I hate

I Guess We Will See… #OCT #Poetry #Poem #ASMSG


The doorway to everywhere

I sat and stared

Do I dare?

Does he really care?


Or the stairway to the unknown?

I’d reap what I’ve sewn,

And I’d do it alone…


I called him on the phone


“I’m ready to do this.” I said.

“Have you lost your head?”


I smiled just a little

I was about to piddle…



I took a leap of faith with just a call

I agreed to be his ragdoll


Used and abused as he saw fit

Spanked until I couldn’t sit


I was willing to try everything on his list

even the piss…


It was nice


I’m not sure he was ready for a girl like me

I guess we’ll see…