Their words sting
Like paper cuts.
No.
Like knives.

Their words sting.
What is so great
about a place of safety
where safety is second priority?

Their words sting.
Even with all of the effort
that some put into maintaining this
beautiful Garden,
Weeds still grow.

Their words sting.
And in as many truly beautiful Flowers
as those Weeds can reach,
They strike fear.

Their words sting,
and we are all roses
trying to Bloom,
trying to move away
from the Weeds.

Their words sting,
And the weeds can get a grip on you,
But
Don’t
You
Ever
Let
Them
Strangle
You.
Don’t give in to their senseless attempts to dull your colors.

Their words sting.
You are an important rose
grown in a Garden meant
for all unique flowers.
None of them the same.
All of them equal.

Their words sting
But they can be stopped.
But will they?
Who will stop them?

Yes, their words may sting
But only if you let them.