Sticks and Stones

The words pierce our ears like a lightening bolt, they strike us at the most inconvenient times.
The looks we get, the laughter we hear and the constant pointing all we can do is tell ourselves that saying we used as a kid Sticks and Stones.

Have you ever asked yourself how do they feel? What are they going through? Are they okay? Do you? Do you really? We sit in the back of the class not saying a word, hoping the teacher doesn't call your name, if they do well thats it! The comments begin to flow in and there is no way we can shut it out, all day as they walk past they comment on the way we walk, the way we talk, the way we dress, even the way we blink it doesn't stop, it never does. We try our best to keep our head high, but the laughing belittles our confidence, the pointing belittles our self-esteem and the mocking belittles our pride. We do not chose to sit in the back of the class, we do not chose to be picked on, we do not chose who we are. Some people take the comments or laughing and shrug it off but others take it to their heart, she feels as if she is not worth it, she feels as if she does not have a purpose, she feels as though she is not needed she feels as if she were born to be punished and every time they say to themselves 'you are beautiful' someone goes to her the next day and calls her ugly. It happens everywhere, its world wide, we all know about it but we chose to ignore it, we chose to let that kid sit in the back of the class alone, we chose to ignore them. Its not difficult to wave your hand and gesture them to take a seat near you, it would make their day.Until we make a difference, until we change it, they sit there trying to believe that it still works, trying to believe a lost truth, trying to convince themselves it will be okay, so just say it Sticks and Stones.