Like so many of your titles, they grab my attention simply because they could allude to almost anything. We know the power that words have, be them for beauty, rage, power, love and hate. "Sad" category, so I'm imagining in this case, an unhappy theme.
The first stanza opens a whole new beam of light on the tone of the poem. You have been called too ugly and too fat and different, right from a young age. Now I can begin to associate the title with the content.
Then it becomes desperate. You are right - how can people tell you they want you to die? Kids can be unbelievably cruel. By the way "How can anyone tell you to DIE" has a typo on that line.
Now we begin to see the power of words. That's when the 'self hate' started. Words like this really can have a devastating impact on people - not just in the short term. As you say - 'words always stick'.
"School's where they started, the grave's where they'll stop" - another telling and powerful ending, Em. Horrific, but riddled with unfortunate truths that so many suffer.
This whole piece brought to mind that idiotic saying "sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me". What absolute nonsense. Broken bones heal - the internal damage that words can inflict very rarely does.
We should always think before speaking. Once the words came out they can't be taken back. The damage is done and those words will stick. Bruises or cuts on the skin eventually heal up but the verbal can't. It's a cruel thing to tell someone to die, I was told myself. It hurts and it is pure evil but they have lots of demons to deal with. Be strong. All the very best
Oh Em! This is so sad! I am so sorry this is something that has happened to you! People can be so incredibly cruel, words hurt more than physical pain. This is beautifully written, very raw, took my breath away from the pain that was coming off this in waves-hugs to you! Brenda
1 year ago
!! I really truly hope this is a vent!! It's a horrible thing to go through, being bullied, I definitely Know what it's like to be different, I have a prosthetic leg and I was born with birth defects - you are definitely NOT alone in the world. & The only ounce of relief there is, is knowing that you will not see those same people forever - or maybe never again. You'll go on with your life and meet other people, kinder people with a thousand beautiful 'words' instead of all of the ugly hateful things. You ARE above them, and with time, I hope you come to find that this really is only the beginning. (Crappy as it is, but it's just ONE chapter out of your entire story) So PLEASE, don't give up and end this book BEFORE you get to all of the good parts <3
I wish you all the best of luck in the whole world.
Hi Em... growing up can be the hardest toughest moments of our life. Words are words but can strike at the heart when used in horrid ways. Brave poem, and hope your in a place of strength. Thank you for sharing