Unkind Words

People used to say
That sticks and stones
Would break their bones
And, as you can see,
I do agree.
But sticks and stones
Don't crush the Soul-
It's the unkind words
That fill our ears
That kill the Soul
Throughout the years.

It's when a child comes crying to you;
And you ask "What's wrong?"
You look for cuts and bruises
But there are none to be found.
It's then you realize
Though the outside may not be hurt,
The inside is forever scared
From just a few unkind words.

Although you may try to hide
The pain you feel inside-
It must come out someday.
It may come out with an angry scream,
Or it may just be a silent cry.

Dreama Hildebrand
1985

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Since November 23, 1997

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