If the pen is mightier than the sword
Why do I feel so helpless?
But my words are not alone
I am fighting the words of others
The writs and laws of culture
“You’re worth it,” I whisper
As thousands of words of hate
And scorn, and jeer, and shame
Say just the opposite.
Culture is harsh to those
Who are different
Different isn’t pretty after all
It is scary to think
That society is nothing but illusions
There are always exceptions
But those on the fringe know better
Find themselves in small pockets of love
Build fortresses out of
THEY WERE WRONG
Guard them with love and compassion
Seek out those who have no one else
And envelop them in love and care
Words are mighty. Mightier
Than we like to admit.
But how mighty
Against other words?