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Setting Boundaries in Relationships

Fat. Ugly. Pathetic.
Maybe they are superficial labels but they hurt.
Sticks and stones is a retro rhyme that lied.
Maybe the author was in denial or maybe he too told lies.

Names hurt. Above all they scar the soul. 
They sore the heart. They pain the mind.

Do you want to break me? Do you want me to cry?
Do you want to show me the reminiscence of the playground days when they tried.
The child in me was stronger then. But the adult in me cannot defy.

If you cant encourage me then don't make me cry. 
Don't belittle me. Don't even try. 
Bullying is for cowards. Victim hood is not I.

I grew up to be almighty. I grew up to be supreme.
I grew up to be a woman of reckoning . 
I grew up to be kind.
I didn't grow up to be ridiculed. 
I didn't grow up to be minusculed.

I have come to realise that I am above these games
I have come to realise that I am not a dumb dame.
I am blessed. I am a woman of a kind.

I will not be reduced by name calling
I will not be seduced by bad calling
I will learn to be alone I will learn to be my own 

So when I know that I have reached that winning line
when my soul is strengthened and I am core and bind.
I will reach out again and be filled with love and not forlorn

Goodbye to you and your playground tricks
May what you do be returned to you in this life or next.