It takes nothing to be kind.
Nothing. 

No spell, no witchery,
no sacrifice of pride.
Just a choice. 

It takes nothing to be kind,
yet people choose cruelty
like it costs less. 

Everybody is carrying something—
silent wars, broken nights,
prayers they’re tired of repeating.
Everybody. 

So why be mean?
Why sharpen your words
and throw them like stones? 

It takes nothing to be kind.
Pain is not permission.
Hurt is not a license.
Betrayal is not an excuse. 

You were hurt—yes.
But you are still human.
And humanity begins with restraint. 

Stop being mean to people.
Stop being mean to people. 

Money does not crown you king.
Status does not make you God.
Being “above” someone
does not place you beyond decency. 

In a blink, life rearranges itself.
In a blink, the throne cracks.
In a blink, you fall
and need the same mercy you denied. 

Stop being mean to people. 

If forgiveness keeps finding us
even after our worst mistakes,
who are you
to withhold kindness? 

It takes nothing to be kind.
Nothing at all. 

And yet,
it means everything. 

Poem by Adewunmi 🥺