Sticks and Stones
I am strong,
Even if I do not belong.
I am dedicated,
Even if I am continually deprecated.
I am loved,
Even if hatred keeps me shoved.
I know sorrow,
But I know there's always a new tomorrow.
I know depression,
But I know warmth brings its cession.
I know despair,
but I know joy will repair.
I believe in who I am,
Even through Misery's frequent exam.
I believe in love,
Even through hatred hindering from above.
I believe in comfort,
Even through days of discomfort.
Even within danger's zones
I say to everyone with glee,
"Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never hurt me."
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