Nice Girls Don’t Hit

Big Boys don’t cry and

Nice girls don’t HIT.. not first, not with fists.

Voices from my childhood sit we with me, in my head while I sit

With you

Moved by the pain I see and feel,

Searching for reasons why this might be

Big Boys don’t cry, and nice girls don’t HIT… not first, not with fists

So different to how its’s supposed to be?

In your world and mine but quite possibly

It sometimes is.. and therein will lie my curiosity and our discovery

My thoughts and your reality rush into this space together

But what matters now is for you and me,

With the pain and shame and hurt that’s real

Is the hope that we can walk together,

Propelled by your courage,

Into the unknown,

Speaking the unspeakable, the uncertain, the frightening

Into a new something, a new understanding, a new way of being

Because

Big boys DO cry

And nice girls Do hit – first, with fists

And as you learn about you, I learn about me

Author's Bio

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Mandy Irons is a practicing BACP registered counsellor and clinical supervisor, currently working in a Hospice. She is passionate about many things but especially the power of the written word as a reflexive tool, coming together as a community and finding ways to help counsellors and clients find their creative voice. You can contact Mandy via Twitter