“Words Don’t Hurt.”
I’d like to live in your world…
Where words designed to sting like a bee’s venom, feel like its honey washing over my skin.
Where words sharpened like arrows bounce back at those holding the bow.
Where words shot through the barrel of a 45 fizzle in the wind.
It was a simple comment. “Skinny B****,” is all I heard.
And it hurt,
It hurts every time.
Kem runs programs to empower youth in the D.C. Metro Area (United States). She grew up in a low income community in Southeast Nigeria and believes that every young person can be a valuable member of their community. Her writing explores development in education, the arts, and culture of Africa.
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