Fuck Being a Nice Girl
I’m a nice girl.
I wear skirts below my knees and my mid drift is white
I’m a nice girl.
I only buy loose jeans and shirts that cover my bum
and smile at anyone who I walk by.
I’m a nice girl.
I wear shorts, it’s hot.
I get unwanted remarks
I walk by silently
I’m a nice girl
I started wearing eyeliner and hoops and I’m called a “thot”
I don’t smile at anyone anymore and I’m called a bitch
I’m a nice girl.
I want to be a nice girl.
I want people to like me.
I’m a nice girl.
I tell the man who wants to take me home that he needs to leave me the FUCK alone.
am I a nice girl?
there’s pictures of me I’ve never seen
in the camera rolls of men who I’ve never talked to
but took pictures of me anyways.
am I a nice girl?
do nice girls get their pictures used for un consenting pleasure?
I tell the men that holler to fuck off.
I don’t wear low cut shirts on buses.
I’m a nice girl,
even when the last thing he sees
is a short skirt and a shovel,
‘cause this nice girl will hide the body.
©2024 Paige Turner All rights reserved.
Paige Turner (“On some real shit, that IS my name.”) grew up in Alaska and has loved writing her entire life. She’s struggled with a lot, but poetry has been her closest friend, confidant, and go-to when it comes to getting anything and everything out in its rawest, holiest form. Paige is nineteen, and hopes to publish her in-the-works manuscript someday.