1.70 Words are weapons
Your menacing words of hate cut deep into me,
I do not know you, and from what you say, you do not know me.
Spiteful and malicious jokes spring forth freely from your lips,
You know what you are doing, cruelly and devastatingly your taunts do rip.
If I could just take you out of your comfort zone to see my life,
I am warm and friendly, surely you would see no reason to cause me strife,
Yet I am doubtful that bigots and haters have much scope for change,
I attempt to understand you, but I can only conclude your logic as deranged.
So you may as well take hold of your dagger of spite and into my heart do plunge,
It doesn't seem to get any easier, every word is soaked up like water to a sponge.
Does it make you feel glad and better in yourself to bring someone down?
If this is so, then it must make you a sick joker, a royally twisted clown.
I will rise up from this and continue to soldier on the best I can,
Yet my confidence may not do so, all thanks to my fellow man.
It would be nice to dream of a modern world with no bigots or hate,
Oh wait! It is a modern world, yet opinions never will be. It must just be fate.
Words are weapons.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
I do not know you, and from what you say, you do not know me.
Spiteful and malicious jokes spring forth freely from your lips,
You know what you are doing, cruelly and devastatingly your taunts do rip.
If I could just take you out of your comfort zone to see my life,
I am warm and friendly, surely you would see no reason to cause me strife,
Yet I am doubtful that bigots and haters have much scope for change,
I attempt to understand you, but I can only conclude your logic as deranged.
So you may as well take hold of your dagger of spite and into my heart do plunge,
It doesn't seem to get any easier, every word is soaked up like water to a sponge.
Does it make you feel glad and better in yourself to bring someone down?
If this is so, then it must make you a sick joker, a royally twisted clown.
I will rise up from this and continue to soldier on the best I can,
Yet my confidence may not do so, all thanks to my fellow man.
It would be nice to dream of a modern world with no bigots or hate,
Oh wait! It is a modern world, yet opinions never will be. It must just be fate.
Words are weapons.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey