The poem
The good girl got tired of swallowing shit,
of smiling politely and quietly taking it.
She bent over backwards, stayed sweet, stayed small,
while assholes got comfy expecting it all.
She gave second chances, then thirds, then a fourth,
while nobody questioned what kindness was worth.
Then one day that patience packed up and resigned,
and something less gentle stepped out from behind.
Now "no" means fucking no. There's no softer disguise.
No guilt-trip gymnastics. No pleading replies.
The good girl's still in there, but here's the new pitch-
she's kind when it's earned, and when needed, a bitch.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Typewriter Manuscript design printed on the front.