Kindness is a spine of razors, Barbed wire wrapped around lost souls. It cuts through lies and weakness, Breaking through the false control. Nice is just a polished mask, A gloss to smooth the edges raw. It paves the way for harm to linger, A quiet cloak for cruelest flaws. I’m not nice; I’m kind, I’m strong. A blaze that rights the endless wrong. I walk loudly, flame in hand, Kindness takes a warrior’s stand. Steel-toed boots on justice’s ground, Razor-sharp love that tears walls down. Kindness sits beside the water, Sharing space with the pariah. An act of quiet, fierce defiance, A blaze against the coldest fire. Nice lets hate slip through the cracks, A nod, a smile, a hand withdrawn. But kindness builds a wall of strength, Protecting those who’ve faced the scorn. I’m not nice; I’m kind, I’m strong. A blaze that rights the endless wrong. I walk loudly, flame in hand, Kindness takes a warrior’s stand. Steel-toed boots on justice’s ground, Razor-sharp love that tears walls down. They’ll see the razors in my smile, A quiet act that stirs and shakes. A garment knit of heartspun fire, A world remade for all our sakes. When I lace my boots, I march for truth, With steady steps, I’ll move the stone. Breaking “polite” to pave the way, For justice built on flesh and bone. I’m not nice; I’m kind, I’m strong. A blaze that rights the endless wrong. I walk loudly, flame in hand, Kindness takes a warrior’s stand. Steel-toed boots on justice’s ground, Razor-sharp love that tears walls down. Kindness is a radical act, Softness a protective skill. A firestorm that won’t subside, Kindness fights to mend and heal.
