Words slapping back and forth like a piece of drift wood hitting the rocks.
Endless chatter like a mockingbird that wakes you up early in the morning.
The words of gossip never cease.
I can say that, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me”, but those words mean nothing.
What I would like to say is, sticks and stones may break my bones but
I would that your jaw be wired shut.
I do not mean that, truly I don't.
I am a peaceful person.
One that does not engage in idle gossip.
But I too, am not perfect. None of us are

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