Will you be nice?
You tell me to wear the make up, look pretty
But only for you because this is the city
And don’t leave the house after dark.
Don’t even catch someone’s eye
Be closed and hard not shy
Never show you’ve got the spark
That says I can manage without you.
Be good, nice whatever that may mean
Don’t complain it’s your shame if you’re seen
If they call and they shout
If they should single you out
It’s your fault for giving them ideas
And show them they are feared
Don’t argue be sweet
Or a sticky end you’ll meet
As they taunt or hurt you at their whim
You’re just a girl remember so just give in to him
Don’t fight, bite or scream
He must have misunderstood the dream
That he chose to believe you wanted
Your eyes and lips say you’re haunted
From another who chose to ignore
And it’s not expected when you settle the score.
So will I be nice, dishonest to appease?
While you harm, brutalise and cop a squeeze
The answer is there and sharp as a lance
No I won’t, not ever, not a chance.
Ailsa
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