People say that
rhyme
About sticks and stones
As if broken bones
Hurt more than the names we got called
And we got called them all.
If a kid breaks in a school
And no one around chooses to hear
Do they make a sound?
We stem from a root planted in the belief
That we are not what we were called
We are graduating members from the class of F/ck Off
We Made It
Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
"Names will never hurt me"
Of course
They did