Sticks and Stones

They fling their hurtful words

Like sharp sticks and stones,

But they cannot get past my skin.



Their cruelty slides off

Like each tear they provoke

Without reaching my core.



They cannot take my character-

That will stay intact no matter

How many times they attack me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: "They may torture my body, break my bones, even kill me. Then they will have my dead body, not my obedience." Mahatma Gandhi

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