Stick and Stones

September 23, 2008
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They glare at me with hatred,
Bitterness reflecting in their eyes.
Hurtful words smack me hard.
Insults hurl across the hall
To find their mark - me.
A paper airplane jabs my shoulder.
Wads of half-chewed gum bounce off my back.
Yet I charge forward.
I refuse to let them get to me.
They will not break my shell.
I am stronger than they are.
They cannot hurt me.
I hold my head high,
And march past my tormentors.
Stick and stones will break my bones,
But words will never hurt me.





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peacelovehappiness said...
Feb. 25, 2009 at 12:18 am
i like how you elaborated on the old saying. it gave it a new meaning and your poem was really well written =]
 
IAmNotAlive said...
Nov. 10, 2008 at 8:41 pm
I really liked how you took the old saying "sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me" and turned it into a poem. Although I don't agree with that saying I liked your poem. If you want you can check out my poems: TeenInk.com/raw/Poetry/article/60416/I-Am-Not-Alive/
TeenInk.com/raw/Poetry/article/61590/Pains-Existance/
 
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