The Nicest People
Life was not at all “nice” to them
it did not treat them fairly
and if you asked how they survived
they'd answer you with “barely”
And though it seems against the odds
and quite a contradiction
they broke away from abuse and pain
and tragedy's predictions
The nicest people I ever met
were ones who had to learn it-
for they were never given love
but told they had to “earn it”
'Though cruelly shamed, scorned and spurned
and beaten into the ground
they rose and bloomed, and grew into
the loveliest things around
Perhaps those terrible feelings they felt
gave them special empathy
for now they comfort others in pain
a beautiful sight to see
The ones who once were “helpless”
afflicted and oppressed
are now the counselors, healers, friends
who help the very best!
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