“The Children’s Rhyme, that only sticks and stones can hurt me, it was lie…”
Back in 1992, I wrote a poem, which turned into a song. It was the year a good friend of mine was raped.
I titled it “The Children’s Rhyme”. I just happened upon the song, and some of the lyrics really got to me, again…
“Please forgive me when I start to suck my thumb;
I should not have to see this;
And when I pretend that I am deaf and dumb;
I should not have to live this.”
I wrote a lot about my friend during that time, but “The Children’s Rhyme” was more about society and overall innocence lost. I am glad my friend survived those difficult days. She is now happily married with 2 kids.
