Stickes and stones
Sticks and Stones
My teacher used to say,
Stickes and stones don't hurt.
It may not break your bones,
But it does break the heart.
It startet when I was six,
Every day at school, the whole class.
I wasn't populair, I can tell you that,
sticks and stones don't hurt?
At first it doesn't, but after a few times?
They do hurt, they hurt like hell.
My hell lasted a total of six years.
Now 17 years old, those sticks and stones still hurt.
Now I'm no longer a victum myself,
Now I do what nobody did for me.
I pick on those who pick on the helpless,
Because I learned that sticks and stones hurt more than fists and feet.
My teacher used to say,
Stickes and stones don't hurt.
It may not break your bones,
But it does break the heart.
It startet when I was six,
Every day at school, the whole class.
I wasn't populair, I can tell you that,
sticks and stones don't hurt?
At first it doesn't, but after a few times?
They do hurt, they hurt like hell.
My hell lasted a total of six years.
Now 17 years old, those sticks and stones still hurt.
Now I'm no longer a victum myself,
Now I do what nobody did for me.
I pick on those who pick on the helpless,
Because I learned that sticks and stones hurt more than fists and feet.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| mums: | Woensdag, januari 18, 2006 21:12 |
| ja dat pesten kan een boel narigheid aanrichten, gelukkig wordt er steeds meer aandacht aan besteed. liefs mums |
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| Melodramatically: | Woensdag, januari 18, 2006 15:15 |
| Helemaal gelijk! Mooi geschreven! Liefs, Melodramatically |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 januari 2006 | ||
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