sticks and stones
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At 6 I never had a friend
So when someone came up to me and said
“Bare your soul and I'll give you the lint from my pocket,”
I told her, “You can pay me by being a friend.”
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.
The first time I heard this, I didn’t know what to think of it.
take these mountains from my shoulders
roll them down into boulders
rub smooth these stones
they crush my fragile bones
take away the swirling sand
Growing up we were taught about the sticks and stones and broken bones
We were taught that cruel words are just intangible objects that can't really hurt us
That mean words mean nothing
I'm like a rubber band
I can't be broken
I have been hurt so many times that I'm not breakable
I have cried so many times that your words will never hurt
Stick and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt
"Sticks and stones may break my bones", but words have more power than the biggest army.
With each break, bones heal stronger,
but internal wounds never will.
Although they try.
Just before they are mended,
