“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”  At some point, we’ve all heard that nursery rhyme yelled by some kid who’s being bullied on the playground.  In fact, we’ve probably said it ourselves a time or two.  Even as adults.  I know I’ve said it more times than I care to count.  I was one of those kids who was bullied and, eventually, became a bully.  Hey, you try being a red~headed, yellow~skinned, freckle~faced, glasses~wearing, braces~having black chick.  It wasn’t easy.  The one thing I never understood was how that little rhyme was supposed to help because words hurt and they hurt like crazy.…