Sticks & Stones Poem by Maleigha Adams

Sticks and stones may break my bone but I'll still have my love jones.
iam going to hold my head up high towards that blue or gray sky that will drown my face when I die
No more broken ties then lies
just that blue or grey sky that lays with the heavens up above
No more hugs then a shove
It's all about me and all you sticks and stone will see that I shall not be bruised or broken
My soul will rise to an unbelieveable size
I want to wake to the smell of sweet spring flowers.
I want to finally see I have the control and the power
the devil will have to get off my back for the lord is on my side
Oh he will attack
God is love that will set you free like a dove
Let him in and you will see that God loves you & me

year2000