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-Sticks and stones-

Poetry By: Imagine Words
Poetry


sticks and stones may break my bones but calling names will never hurt me, is this true?


Submitted:May 15, 2011    Reads: 233    Comments: 17    Likes: 10   


Sticks and stones may break my bones but calling names will never hurt me.

Words do hurt

I hope you know

They live in dirt

and continue to grow

In that garden of death

Those words drag me down

They lead me to the wrong path

Pulling and dragging, I'm under ground

Just like a seed

Those hateful words will sprout

It is their deed

To keep growing, I can't get out

Finding light

In this garden of death

It's finally in sight

With the path saying right or left

Going left I escape the weeds

and the clutches of black roses

Their thorns so sharp make me bleed

But I'm not the one who loses

Eternal light at the end

I run and fight

Knowing my wounds will mend

I get closer to the light

The light at the end

Sticks and stones may break my bones but calling names will always hurt me.





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