Why is it that people will sometimes ask
“Why are you so nice to people?”
As if being kind and having a heart to that’s too heavy to wear on my sleeve isn’t the status quo anymore
As if kindness is synonymous to weird and unorthodox
And there’s a maximum level of kindness that, if you go past it, you’re obsessive and awkward

I was late to class one day and my teacher scolded me for it
Little did she know that I was helping someone who was too sick to even walk
That I didn’t leave his side until he could rest
That he didn’t want me to get into trouble but I didn’t care
That the only thing that was important to me at that moment was making sure he was okay

You know what she said? 
“That’s fine but you can’t be late to class”

When did my education become more important than someone in need?
When did people get more praise from being Valedictorian Salutatorian Honor Grad 
Than getting a citizenship award from actually giving a fuck?
When did having a kindred spirit become sinful
And wrong in the eyes of those who number one classroom rule is
Be kind and respectful to others?

My kindness is at a 10 and you want me to bring it down to a 2 for the sake of my education
But I can’t seem to remember to be told to “Love thy Diploma”

I was told that my list of good deeds is more important than the deed to my house
That instead of worrying about my car note
I should be writing thank you notes for birthdays and christmas
And I pray that when I die and people speak at the eulogy
They won’t talk about by class rank and my averages in my classes 
But what I did to save them from the struggle they endured and brought about change

So my biggest advice to those who want to keep me from doing my job 
And who want to keep me from being virtuous
Is to shut the fuck up and let Wonder Woman do her job.