Sticks and stones
but the names did hurt me
they resonated in my head
for whole three decades
I carried your words around with me
Every vowel , and syllable
was shackled to my being
my heart had etched the names you called me
my seIf esteem cruelly snatched
I hated the way I looked
I resigned myself to never be loved
to accept a life of solitude
to never be worthy to witness the brightest days
or the moonlights sky’s
because of the names you called me
then your words were broken
because I began to believe in myself
love myself and be loved
to cherish everyday
to bask in the moonlight
to know its ok to be alone once in a while
after all your sticks and stones
That all they are
Your words are meaningless now
So may I thank you because your
Sticks and stones and names didn’t
Just hurt me, they taught me humility
and to never be like you.
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I do like a challenge , I shall have a think and see if anything inspires me! 🙂
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