Sticks and Stones

You laugh when I stutter
Never got the idea
Of poking the bear
Of poking the bear
But here we are
And there you go

Grab the stick from your hands
It's my turn, this time
You notice my grip
This will hurt

Searching through the ruins of solidarity
For what will I have left for me
Fronting all the same, it's the way
You always need an answer
With no words left to say

Hollow point
You're trying to make
The reasons don't matter
Nor justify the act

Just words on a page
Is all I come home to
So many ways to
Out survive you

Just words is all I'm used to
Mine, yours, and the lack of theirs
They started the war
And you surrendered
Signed your fate on your chest

They always shout back
With no substance left
You can't judge what you don't know
It's hard to hear you through the flames
Lighting what used to be the only way

To get to me

Still they laugh when I stutter