Sticks and Stones
Even though, you and I, may not look the same,
Doesn’t mean you have the right to call me nasty names.
I may not be able, to afford all the right clothes,
But that doesn’t give you the right to look at me, and then turn up your nose.
My belly may hang, over the waist of my jeans,
But that doesn’t give you the right, to point at me, and make a big scene.
I am not a geek, a weirdo, or a four eyed nerd,
You may think you are whispering, but I can hear every word.
You may think that you are all that, and cool with your friends,
But how can you tell the real ones, from those who just pretend.
If you would just say hello, and give me a smile,
Maybe even sit with me, and talk for a while.
You may see me, as a geek today,
But if you just give me a chance, I know we could be friends one day.
Just because I may be fat, too tall, or need glasses to see,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
BUT names will ALWAYS hurt ME!!
