I’ve never really understood,
the cruel things people say.
Like swords in a duel they dart,
slide in the blade and walk away.
You’re ugly, fat,
you’re old , unwanted , used,
people left there in the wake,
bleeding, maimed and bruised.
And yet they smile to others,
as if they’d never sinned,
perfect masks held in front,
though I see the places where they’ve thinned.
Sticks and stones , proclaimed so bold,
and words will never hurt me,
A greater lie was never told,
for words leave a pain unearthly.
So mind the poison told in verse,
from those you think your friends,
sticks and stones might never hurt,
but words will be the end.
Ruby Jeanette Woods