Sticks and StonesA Poem by Aifey JaydJust another quick poem...Words close tight- too tight- Around my wrists Binding me, hurting me, Crushing my fight As I struggle to breathe. His hands tighten- he yells more Tells me I have to learn They say sticks and stones Will break my bones, That words will never hurt me But as they press out of his mouth And into my skin I have to disagree. He stops as I see stars Lets me go, I fall… and fall… and fall Into darkness so black it feels broken And a white light that makes me feel whole But I look down at my hands… Can almost see the bruises from the shackling words That bind me to him forever more. The say sticks and stones Will break my bones, That words will never hurt me But as they fall from his lips Onto my skin I have to disagree He shakes me awake A curse, no blessing but in death Eternal sleep, escape But no, his words, his fists, the pain Binds me to him in my fear And I shatter a little more And lose another part of me It’s feet and fists That break my bones And his words will always hurt me Because they sear away The bits and pieces who I am The parts that you don’t see… © 2011 Aifey JaydReviews
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7 Reviews Added on June 30, 2011 Last Updated on June 30, 2011 AuthorAifey JaydCOAboutWho am I? That question has been stuck in my head for a while now, and I think I can give a short synopsis now. Here goes: I'm a shy girl who believes in romance and happiness. I love riding in a c.. more..Writing
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