Sticks And Stones Poem by K.L Davis

Sticks and stones
may break your bones.
But name calling
always hurt me.
GINGER,
UGLY,
SKINNY.
Is what they'd call me.
Why me?
What have i done?
I don't know you!
Is what i'd say.
I'd lock myself away,
Hide and cry.
Tears rolling down my face,
which hurt the most.
Why should you hide?
Stand up to them.
I was told.
People with no hearts,
No soul,
No life,
Only abuse mentally.
it felt as if
my heart was
being ripped apart.
HELP ME! ! !
I shouted and cried,
but no replies.
Names being repeated,
day after day
till i thought:
No. ok
Be strong.
but no i couldn't,
and i wouldn't
bring myself
to scoop so low.
With crazy thoughts
going through my head,
I said,
Let me go!
Let me die!
Take me away,
far away.
Take me to the angels,
because
i'm no longer needed
and i'm no longer loved.


(c) K.L.Davis 2009