Shunned by all;
A black sheep.
Each hateful word-
A stick and a stone-
Struck her deep,
Battered her soul.
Now, like her Savior:
This is my response to the Trifecta weekend writing challenge which was to: “This weekend, we want you to give us a thirty-three response using the word stone as one of your thirty-three words. You can use any definition of the word that you’d like, but we are specifically looking for serious, well-conceived entries.”
Edit: I forgot to state constructive criticism is welcome…it always is 🙂
Click on the tricycle picture to check out the complete instructions, or to read others’ responses to the prompt.
Growing up, adults liked to remind me “sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” As a mom, I can promise I will never utter those words to my children because they are a lie. I venture to say that the words hurt worse than an actual beating. It’s curious to me how all of us as sinners feel we have the right to ostracize and torture another person because they may not blend into the crowd. This poem was inspired by the recent death of a 12-year old boy which was blamed on bullying. My prayers are with that family, and anyone else experiencing this torment.
Can we drop the stones and try love instead?