Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me
We've heard it, said it, learned it.
But tell me do people choose to take their life because this rhyme is right?
Are the lives of children free from silver linings because words don’t comprise a fight?
Does the size, shape, color of my body constantly get scrutinized to avoid the blows of sticks and stones?
Because I feel I'm not alone
When I say I'd rather condone a beating
Because the bruises on my skin fade back into the complexion that most bullies know as pasty white
And after my head finally quits pounding, I know I’ll be alright
So why do we say that words will never hurt?
Why do we ignore the pain that is so much worse?
You're too fat, too loud, too fake too proud too dumb
We can't be friends: you didn't pay me in gum
Tell me where that makes sense
We have trained ourselves to use sticks and stones to break our bones so words will never hurt us
And if they do, we assume they’re true and nothing ever improves
I'm not the only kid who grew up this way.
Hiding from mistakes and running through months filled with moments during which words tell me I'm not enough.
There was a point where the world had my laces tied together, my bounds turned to skids and I was back to the bruises I was so used to
It was this time I decided that if they were right I wouldn't be here
They had to be wrong
And I decided to buy Velcro
Maybe the words still cause my heart to ache
But as long as I can bend and not break, I’ll be okay
Society has me in a size double zero box with no holes for my soul to breathe
I used buy things I couldn’t afford to make myself good enough for people I don't really care for
But now my skin is back to normal and my wounds are being healed
Stitched back together by people who are real
Who feel I'm enough
Even though my past was a little rough and the holes in the road often impeded the load
Which I thought I could carry.
I'm not the only kid growing up this way
Tucking in shoulders to avoid being smashed in the halls
Getting by with rarely doing my homework that's if I do it at all
But I know now that rhyme is wrong
The one about sticks and stones
And broken bones
Because words can truly hurt that girl I want to be
But I am still standing
Fighting for my right to be me.