Words
It isn’t a gun, nor is it a knife,
But this weapon, could take a life.
It isn’t a whip, or steel chains.
But this weapon stings just the same.
It won’t leave a physical bruise, nor a scar.
But this weapon can strike from afar.
This weapon, the mouth on your face,
So powerful, can eliminate an entire race.
The ammunition, from which it is fired,
Can cause damage to whatever it is wired.
Words, they can slice right through,
Once said, it isn’t something you can undo.
Without thinking “That’s gay” comes out,
Once heard, their heads fill with doubt.
They wonder why something bad is always “Gay”.
Say what you need, but do it another way.
“That’s retarded”, is another one I hate,
Comparing negativity to someone’s unfortunate fate.
Think before you speak is what I’ve been taught,
Filter your words while they are still a thought.
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