Sometimes, you need to be a bad-ass,
Not because you're mean or crass,
But when respect for boundaries fades,
And kindness meets ungrateful trades.
Some people take and never give,
They use, abuse, and let you live
In shadows of their selfish schemes,
Breaking hearts and stealing dreams.
When gentle hands are seen as weak,
And being kind feels so antique,
Then harden up and find your ground,
Be fierce and firm when they're around.
Be a rose with petals bright,
Soft within, but guard your light,
With thorns that warn those who encroach—
You're not just here for their approach.
It's fine to be a bitch sometimes,
When life throws hurdles, hills to climb,
For bitches earn a sharper praise
Than wimps who wilt in others' ways.
So stand up strong, hold your line,
Be tough when kindness gets maligned.
Don't let them make you feel so small—
Be a bad-ass, after all.
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