Sticks and Stones may break my bones
But words can also hurt me.
Stones and sticks break only skin,
While words are ghosts that haunt me.
Slant and curved the word swords fall
To pierce the stick inside me
Bats and bricks may ache through bones,
But words can mortify me.
Pain from words has left its scar
On the mind and heart that’s tender.
Cuts and bruises have now healed,
It’s words that I remember.