They’re words; they’re not designed to hurt or heal
I know some people frankly disagree
But that’s their right. I guess some people feel
That words are more than words. I just don’t see
Why what’s not North is often labeled “South”
I know “The truth is what happened,” I heard
“It ain’t what come out of somebody’s mouth.”*
I see no reason to give things a word
I know some people think more words are best
They use them in ways that boggles my mind
They decide to get them off of their chest
They put them in books that no one can find!
Feel free to read these words I choose to write
But if you’re burned, my words did not ignite!
*Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses