The Cure

Mon, 07/28/2014 - 18:00 -- hah2496


“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

Think so? 

Get a taste of it, come back, then tell me how it goes.


Don’t tell me to ignore it, that everything’s O.K.;

I’ll make you eat those words, I dare you to walk in my shoes for a day.


You can’t brush them off your shoulder, or let them roll off your back;

‘Cause they’ll seep inside you, build up, until you’re about to snap.


Bullying is like a disease, causing people to suffer throughout;

The infection gnaws away at you, starting from the inside out.


Their words tear you up and break you down;

Until soon, you only see darkness around.


Some effects of this sickness?  Let me name a few:

Thousands of cases of abuse, shootings, and suicides.

Would you like me to continue?


These terms pierce my ears like retard, faggot, and “that’s so gay,” saying them like it’s O.K.

Do they not realize the damage they have made?

‘Cause sometimes words cut deeper than any blade.


I’m sick of the bullying.  I want it to end.

And I am not gonna sit around and try to pretend that something like this is just gonna go away.

‘Cause if we don’t do something now,

It’s here to stay.


We can end the bullying; we can stop this thing;

Put an end to the oppression, the sadness, and the dying.


The cure to this is so simple, how could no one have found it before?

If we all fight it with this, bullying will be no more.


The answer is love, that’s all we need.

If we all work together, we will succeed.


How do I know this?  That it’s not too late?

‘Cause if my family has taught me anything, it’s that love conquers hate.

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