kindness is a dubious thing a compliment or a word of encouragement more suspicious than any insult or blackmail i don’t know how to receive kindness i’m distrusting of its equivocal intentions a slander disguised as a friendly word a betrayal disguised as a helping hand a backbite disguised as a worried chat i’m used to doing things alone to living in a dismissive world so when someone tells me they think i’m pretty they think i’m warm they think i’m good i just don’t understand because i didn’t grow up with it and i didn’t give it to myself i didn’t allow myself the gift of care or understanding or affection i don’t think i’m pretty or warm or good i don’t feel comfort in my own self so when someone else does my walls stare at each other in confusion, in uncertainty of how to treat this unknown stranger named kindness but it's beautiful it’s wonderful
my walls stare at each other
in confusion, in uncertainty
of how to treat this unknown stranger
named kindness
it is an art a form of love between even strangers telling you your bag is unzipped on the train or opening the door for you on their way out it’s an act formed purely out of goodwill a human helping a human for no reason unfavorable for if there were some hidden ill-intent then it wouldn’t really be kindness after all so i’ll let you call me pretty and i’ll let you call me warm i’ll let you call me good and i’ll let you build me up because when those who surround you give you that gift of kindness then you, too, start to think that you’re pretty and you’re warm and you’re good and nothing can be kinder than that
When you think about kindness, what sights and sounds come to mind? How do you encapsulate such grand feelings of compassion? Girls Write Now mentees and alumni rose to the challenge in the Art of Kindness Poetry Contest, hosted in partnership with Channel Kindness and Lady Gaga’s Born This Way Foundation.
Sanya Afsar is a Pakistani high school senior in NYC. She grew up in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, until the age…
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