Survivor
Who said that sticks and stones will break my
bones but words will never hurt me?
What a load of crap, I get it was probably a defense
mechanism and all but it's untrue.
Vicious words are like an lethal injection to the soul.
I’m still healing and recovering from hurtful words.
I may look fine on the outside but there’s so much
scar tissue within.
My scars run deep, they went through bone and into
the soul.
The perpetrators have no shame and remorse and
I have a valid reason to hate but I refuse to because
hate is like cancer to the soul.
I already have too many scars, so the next time you
can't tame your tongue think of me and others like me
I refuse to give up on my healing process because my
goal is to be a survivor.
Alexis Y.
7-29-17
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