I call this: "Silence, in celebration of a year long fight", a sonnet wrapped in a memoir, wrapped in an insinuation.

Girls rule, boys drool. I am rubber, you are glue, whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you. Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me.I know you are but what am I?! Nananabooboo, you meanie,asshole mother!@#$er.