Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But names will
Never hurt me.
Words are words,
No harm done.
They last but a second
And they don’t hurt a bit.
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But names will
Never kill me.
Those words still sting,
Longest second of my life,
The pain is there
And gone unnoticed by the eye.
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But names will
Always hurt me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i totally agree. i have some friends who like to mess around and pick on each other but you never really understand how much their words effect you until you find yourself thinking evil thoughts bout them. like if they pick on you one day and the next day they come tell you bout something bad thats happened in your life you may find yourself thinking, 'well thats what you get.' the worst part is that you usually dont realize the hurt thats turning into hate until it starts to over take you. great job on the poem. great job stating the message. keep up the good work =)