Sticks & stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me.
A stiff-upper-lipped, big-boy-who-don’t-cry
British dad probably came up with that.
He may have been trying to comfort his kids.
But maybe he used it to rationalize
a sadistic indulgence
to shame a bed-wetting daughter,
and mock her stuttering brother.
These words are neither sticks, nor stones.
They are knives,
Slicing hearts and dicing souls.