Sticks & StonesA Poem by Lizzie MitchellSticks & Stones And I know sticks and stones Can break your bones But words can break your spirit Words with their meanings And their interpretations Can be wielded like weapons And if there's one thing that every poet knows It's that you must choose them wisely You can't bring a knife to a gun fight And you can't pick flowers with a machete Sticks and stones can break your bones But words can break your spirit And what good are bones When your spirit is broken Words bury themselves like seeds in vulnerable places Words simple or complex Can be wielded like weapons This is why Jesus knew That words can be cast like stones Synthesized in mines of judgment Tossed from the depths of misunderstanding Catapulted through thin lines of separation To lodge firmly into softened skulls Where they'll grow and bear fruit Or fester and bear filth Sticks and stones can break your bones But words can heal them Words exchanged between nurses and surgeons Words flowing through schools like whirlwinds Words from a concerned acquaintance When you had no clue That someone was thinking about you Words shine light in dark places Reveal evil behind smiling faces Even tell us whose grave this is And what the deceased's desire is You see, Words foster immortality So as a poet, I'll live for eternity © 2014 Lizzie MitchellAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on October 15, 2014 Last Updated on December 3, 2014 AuthorLizzie MitchellMalvern, PAAboutI'm 21 and 5'10 with no intention of being a model or a basketball player, love to sing, love music, love spoken word, took one semester of college, and completed a nursing program but still no idea w.. more..Writing
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