STICKS & STONES

STICKS & STONES

sticks and stones
may break bones
me they don't know
my soul they don't own
let them talk and talk
while i walk the walk
won't let words hurt
or drag me through the dirt
won't be pushed aside
or run and hide
can tear me down
won't be their clown
can point and laugh
i'll be smiling last
take their knocks
be building blocks
take their best shot
be showing what i got
gossip and lies
above i rise
no shrinking violet
this flight I'm gonna pilot
trash me...hit send
i'll be winning in the end
yes they can troll
while i'm on a roll
not gonna stop
climbing to the top
let them throw shade
while i'm getting made
they'll be going low
watching me grow...grow...grow
when they're eating crow
i'll be streaming and in flow
sticks and stones
may break bones
me they don't know
my soul they don't own

 

POEMS3 by cindy lee loucks

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