Sweet & Nice

Most have heard the nursery rhyme:

Sugar & spice - and everything nice

That’s what little girls are made of …right?

I admit I was guilty of being one the girls following along

Pretending my life to a children’s song

Check any of my yearbooks

Ask anyone about me, and I guarantee you'd find

My name and two simple adjectives

Following closely behind…

Sweet & Nice

I’d hear that and smile

Feeling like I had it all figured out –

I was so proud

Because…Sugar & Spice - and everything nice

That’s what little girls are made of…right?

Early in my years

I found it so easy

To perpetrate this image to my peers

If anyone I knew was feeling down

I was known for having a smile

& an encouraging word near

And other times when they just needed to vent

My shoulder was always cleared

Along w/ a listening ear

Yet, at that same time,

I also learned how to bury my own fears

(To mask over my face, to conceal my own tears)

And so on rolled the years

With me desperately searching for life's comfort

Through a single thought…                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

I am Sweet & Nice…

And…

Sugar & Spice - and everything nice

That’s what little girls are made of…right?

 Wrong

 This had to stop

I had to really take some time to and see

What was really being said by these words

I so easily let speak for me

 

So, let’s be honest

Sweet is most often used to talk about cookies, cakes & other dessert

Treats always good (only in the moment)

But as soon one too many bites are consumed

You're only left with a “sweet” regret

So if being a sweet person is no more equal than the description of a pastry 

Why did I ever enjoy being compared to something so flaky?

As for nice,

I went straight to the word’s very definition

Oxford had nothing but kind words to tell

But I guess that’s just his good nature

As for Webster, he was polite about it but in the end he was just too virtuous for me to understand

How could actions & behaviors

That should be our human nature

Ever get cheapen & diminished,

To such a weak 4-letter description?

Sugar & Spice – and everything nice

That’s all I’m made of…that can’t be right

I quickly learned the true strength of a heart when it’s left all alone

When life suddenly melts sugary walls and the spices aromas are all gone.

Once 2 words I thought complemented my every action

And always covered my faults with the perfect excuse

Were actually just 2 words that I used for a passively-aggressive ego boost

So now I’m done with using such meaningless words too describe my meaningful life

How about instead: Integrity & truths

Living my life to create new realities to show you,

That’s what I’m made of

♥ Reesie ♥
Written: 12/14/10