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It is a helpful tool
That is used as a dangerous weapon
It is so light
Yet we
fail to hold it
Instead of using it as a magic wand
To tap a bit of encouragement upon ones heart
Or a smile
upon ones face
We use it as a sword to cut people down
Leaving their hearts broken
And their self-esteem low
Instead
of using it
To turn ourselves into little angels
Placing blessings upon ones life
We use it to turn ourselves
Into
fire-breathing dragons
Who insists on ones life being taken
We use it to curse others
Not realizing we are really
cursing ourselves
We must learn to hold this dangerous weapon
Before we kill others as well as ourselves
We must
learn to watch the words
That we allow to roll off of it
We must allow it to be known
As a piece of gold from
heaven
Instead of the flames from hell.
written by Christina Bronner, Age 17
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