It’s just a silly childhood rhyme,
we’ve all had a chance to say.
Something to deflect a sword,
that someone’s thrown our way.
“Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but words will never
It’s the greatest lie we ever tell,
that hurtful words don’t matter.
For I remember very well,
what was said, and how I shattered.
You never gave another thought,
to the pain that you had caused .
So busy polishing up your swordplay,
you left me, empty ,torn and raw.
Carried off from the field of battle,
in agony I realize,
what that shiny golden armor ,
REALLY hides inside.
Ruby Jeanette Woods