Sticks and stones

may break my bones

but words may never hurt me

you say what you want

be them nice, or not

in order to get the effect.

But when anger controls, and love is all gone,

how do you suppose, we get along?

You see me as different, not same to you,

my brains, my heart, and actions I do.

Separate from you, clear to me,

that it is not I, that is better than thee.

But plainly champion, your civil cause,

for you have raised a ruckus, of opinion and clause;

I do clearly see, that it is not me, but you for what you have wronged

I sentence a mandatory, lifetime of shame, for being yourself,

unequivocal fame

So for simply existing, with what you are given,

people do not view you as same;

for race, religion, gender and age,

are all things for which, you have changed.

For, from me, to you, I see difference, in how you are truly the strange.

Sticks and stones, may break my bones,

unfortunately your words stay the same.