“Kill them with kindness,” she’d frequently say
Compassionately crushing cruelty her game
Rosy with light, yet so joyfully dry
Her saccharine smile like a cleansing flame
“Kill them with kindness,” I still hear today
Her life motto my utmost aim
Yet, whenever I try
My kindness feels phony and lame
“Kill them with kindness?” I threw that away
Alternate efforts should result in the same
Crafting sword and shield out of my words why
I escape insult’s intentional shame
