Book of Poems By The Nerd

Sticks and Stones

I see a little third grader 

Always kept to herself yet kids still found a way to hate her 

They made her feel so useless like a crumpled piece of paper 

She didn't like the path she was given but she was still hoping for a savior 

They pushed her too far 

She couldn't take anymore 

She screamed, kick, and even slammed doors 

Trying to ignore all the pain they caused her 

For example making fun of her mother 

But they would leave her alone if she had nothing to offer 

She would still cry when life got harder 

A little girl with so much pain and all she wanted was for it to go away 

They would laugh and call her names 

Like it was all fun and games

"Hey four eyed freak!" They use to always say

But there was one specific day when they asked her to play

Acting like they were her friends 

But it was all pretend

You see all they wanted were her glasses 

So they could take it off her face and smash it 

She was so confused didn't know why she was being abused

She grew up on the line of "Sticks And Stones"

As if sticks and stones healed her broken bones 

Those words hurt!

But she hardly complained because those words made her alert

Alert of not only reality 

But alert of the world treating her so brutally 

Now I've been told to hold back my tears even though I'm still filled with fear

Because I felt no one was ever near

They say "Words can't hurt you"

Well that's hilarious but were those words said to you?

They tell us it won't matter you'll just forget about it sooner or later 

You see its small comments such as "Man, I really hate her!"

What for? What did I do? What did I do for you to treat me the way that you do?

I've been called short or fat 

And even though these words might be facts 

Even though these words might have me cracked 

I know those words do not define me 

These words do not have control over my body!