As Sticks and Stones
As sticks and stones
Brake my bones,
I go at three
On to my home.
As their words
Hurt and maim and
I wonder if the
Parents are to blame?
Punches may come.
Punches may go.
Black eyes, bruises
And heavy fat lips.
Confidence stripped away.
Robbed of dignity and
Of self respect.
No questions asked.
No answer why.
No reason given.
As I sit in my room
I feel a dread
And I hope
For the end of my day.
As with deep slumber
A barrier rises
And no one can touch me.
As I lay in my bed
I wonder what comfort
Permanent sleep will bring.
I’m trapped and hurtful.
Names thrown at me
From the air.
What will it be today?
C.J Walls and Laura Sansom