![]() "Sticks and stones"A Poem by I am reneeMy eyes clear from the tears While my aching heart Drops down to my shadowy grave People say Sticks and stones May break my bones But words will never hurt me LIARS... LIARS… LIARS If words never hurt you Then how come you’re still
missing? Why are you walking with your
head down? Instead of up to the sky “Sticks and stones” Are just plain words to keep, Kids believing that they’re true “Sticks and stones” It is not a game to play Or a random skill you do at home Or school “May break my bones” This is that type of moment When a younger, skinny child Stands up for what He is and what he does Mind you “a child” A little kid who’s about 5 years
old Standing up to things and People who are bigger than him As they call him names And beat him endlessly With a passion. Screaming and yelling invaded The school hallways as people Ran with a chant “Fight, fight” While his friends say stop
repeatedly Bruises and broken bones Cuts and a busted up lip Yet it took exactly five minutes For a teacher to stop the fight My eyes shed tears As I saw my friend lying There on the ground Bleeding with his eyes closed Unable to open them I cried endlessly that day With a broken heart And wondering why That bully hurt him That little boy was only five
years old Dead... From being punched in the head At least fifteen times School ended early And I walked home saying “Sticks
and stones May
break my bones But
words will never hurt me” Knowing that it wasn’t true. I clear my mind and Whipped the tears from my eyes And close them gently Repeating these words “Close your eyes Think back to the days When all I needed was you” Meaning that little, younger And skinny boy that was five years old I needed my best friend back But I know that now he is In a better place where no
bullies go. © 2013 I am renee |
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2 Reviews Added on February 8, 2013 Last Updated on February 8, 2013 Author![]() I am reneeVAAbouti love writing for the enjoyment. im black and white, and i only write about things that come to mind. ive already written a book call the rhythm of poetry. more..Writing
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