Did you grow up in a padded room?
Where nothing could hurt you,
and now graduated
from beneath your parents' wings,
finally out of your mother's armpit
you find that people have sticks
and worse than sticks - words!
Words that break you bones
Words that curdle the milk in your mouth
Words that chase you! chase you! to the dean's door,
igniting a Facebook flare.
"Defend me and my wax ears!
"and my anemic skin!
"and my glass bones!"
Make the world a padded room
in your favorite color - white,
where sticks and stones crumble like scones
and words are never spoken.
© 2016 Emily