Sticks and stones can break my bones…

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But words can never hurt me,
Oh no, they will crawl down
To the deepest pits,
softest pelts,
and darkest crevices,
of my core-
where they will plant
and sink themselves in
my tenderness.
and as the years progress,
their roots will sprout
and branch out,
like a web-
they’ll wrap
and trap me.
Until I’m spun
Too tightly
To trace the
Roots of
My favorite lie-
“I’m okay.