After all the disrespect, I was still kind… and that’s what hurts the most.
I swallowed words that were burning my throat. I smiled when my chest felt tight. I stayed soft in rooms that made me feel small. Not because I didn’t feel the sting i felt every single part of it....but because I didn’t know how to stop being gentle, even with people who were rough with me.
Sometimes I wonder if being kind just made it easier for them to hurt me.
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Kindness seldom buys respect and a soft approach only works it one is carrying a big club. Well written
So true thank you soo much for your comment
You are most welcome Zellie
You kept your dignity
Remaining true to yourself
Respect
Enjoyed reading
Thank you so much for reading
It really means a lot
Definitely, they only learn when you leave.
100 truee
Yes if you offer the other cheek people feel they must slap it. So learn to defend yourself without being offensive 👍💅
Will doo thanks so much
Great 👍
It's beautiful. You did a good job. I hope your doing well. I know it's hard to find good, kind people
Kindness without discernment will hurt you. Kindness with discernment? You will never go wrong!
Some people can't forgive kindness, it shows them what they lack.
Take care
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