I’m hitting you guys with some good Poetry today!!

This is another debut of this Spoken Word, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to leave feedback or comment. All material on this blog is copyrighted.If you would like to use the material, please contact me at aaliyahwilkerson@outlook.com.

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Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but Words will never hurt me.
Yet the words spilling off my tongue did desert me.
I was a black girl no one was expecting.
Ha, I was a girl that wasn’t expecting.
Resurrecting the image of a young girl, the rebirth of her in the eyes of
This opinionated world. The stereotypes of what a woman should be
Yet we face no opportunity to grow.
To show that we are unique, One of a kind.
You see words have us women blind.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
Yet the power of his lies ran up my legs and in between my thighs
He stared deep into my eyes. After giving so many tries. He still lied.

The piercing sound of every vowel.
Stabbing my body like the hits from a wet towel.
Those constant consonants fighting my reluctant knees.
My self-esteem begging please,
For some peace.
Every piece of me was slashed.
Bringing my expectations to a lower class.
Every annunciation killed my anticipation of a dream.
Words are a part of people’s schemes.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
I was constantly told this saying would teach me how to be bold,
But all it did was teach me how to hold
A tight grip on every negative letter that has been said.
Hold on to every tear words have ever made me shed.

Those lonely days and nights laying in my bed,
Living inside a world within my head.
What if those words were never read?
What if those hurtful things were never said?

Stick and stones may break my bones but words really didn’t hurt me!
You see when it deserted me.
When there were no more tears to be shed.
Right next to my bed was a pen and a pad.

That’s when I realized, words were all I had.
The best part of that sentence was that it strengthen
My ability to manipulate word play.
Words are food for the lyrical mind.
They always come right on time.
Every letter that goes into my rhyme,
Empowers someone of the same struggle.
Teaching them that pain can be easy to juggle.
You see words made me who I am today.
The continuous feeling of guilt and dirtiness
Made me pick up a pen and burry this
Feeling of unworthiness, non-deserving.
Words have sent me on a toxic-turby.
For every poem that I have written
It was my voice those words were spittin’.
Strengthen young women and young men around this cold hearted world.
Teaching mothers how to raise future filled girls.
Enabling fathers to finally appear and raise their families to share
Strong words we all want to hear.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
A saying that has given me power.
For it is those words I will give to my son or daughter.
Every hour they feel less, I will remind them:  on those lonely days and nights
Turn your head, look beside your bed, grab that pen and paper,
And use words for what they were really made for.

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