I Used to be Nice

I used to be nice,

I used to be sweet,

I used to be fragile.

I used to care what everyone thought.

I used to cry at night,

because you didn't want me.

I used to starve myself,

because the brown-haired kid in my Spanish class called me fat.

I used to walk around with my head down.

I used to silence my voice,

because you didn't like it.

I used to be a little girl.

I'm not nice anymore,

I'm not that sweet, fragile little ball of sunlight.

I don't give a fuck what people think about me.

I don't cry alone in my room at night.

I don't starve myself anymore.

I don't listen to the brunette in my Spanish class.

I don't walk around with my head down,

nor do I silence my voice.

I am a bitch,

I get what I want,

I get what I deserve,

and you can't get what you deserve by being nice.

I eat whatever the fuck I want.

I walk around like I own the goddamn world.

I don't speak up,

I yell,

I scream,

I get my point across,

no matter how many cunts are laughing at me from the sidelines,

because that's where they will stay,

the sidelines.

You don't get off the sidelines by being nice,

by being sweet,

and especially not by being fragile.

I am not a little girl anymore,

I am a motherfucking woman,

with a voice,

that will be heard.