The red ink smudged like lipstick, on my left arm! Howling akin a melody, my skin! Yearning for love.
Goosebumps arose on my skin! The snail which I drew sometime back, became blur, like the manifestations in my mind.
The burnt scar in the corner of my left wrist wept unspokenly, pressing it's lips deep into the tissues. The glow of my skin said, It needs more saliva than lotion!
The fingers of my left hand crawled up to my right and grasped it tightly as if stopping me from writing this poetry. My left thumb nail scratched 'I love you ' parallel to the veins of my right arm My left-handed fingernails, impale leisurely digging the earth out of the other bone covering flesh. Arousing the hair again, but on my right.
If I speak clearly and directly I become a bad girl in people, then yes I am a bad girl
If I want to live on my own and this world has problems and they call me a bad girl, then yes I am a bad girl
If I do not like to lie, I like to listen to the truth and people do not like this habit of mine, then yes I am a bad girl.
If I don't have any boyfriend and if I like to be alone and for that matter people call me a bad girl, then yes I am a bad girl
If wearing only my short tight clothes makes my character look dirty and bad, then yes I am a bad girl
If someone will tease or abuse me in any way and then if I give a bad answer to them, it makes me bad in the people, then yes I am a bad girl.
If what happened, my tongue is sharp and fast, if what happened, I can never tolerate wrong and all these habits make me bad in people. then yes I am bad girl
If all of you are looking for evil n bad girl only in me instead of finding evil bad girl in yourself, are all of you truly perfect and right ?
If there is a deficiency in ourselves, then we have no right to count the other's deficiency
Everyone is different in this world, everyone's thinking is different, we cannot make someone like ourselves. whatever is of nature, accept it with its pure personality, because there is no adulteration in that person, he speaks bitter but speaks the truth.
If a bad girl is bad just because of her words and nature, but she is very clean from inside, then that bad girl is better than those millions of good girls.
If even after reading all this, you think of me as a bad girl, then I do not care but I feel proud of myself that
The big sycamore
by the creek was gone.
The willow tangle was gone.
The little enclave of untrodden bluegrass was gone.
The clump of dogwood
on the little rise across the
creek-now that, too, was gone.
Epistrophe is a figure of speech in which one or more words repeat at the end of successive phrases, clauses, or sentences. It is a simple and effective way to emphasize an idea and communicate urgency or emotion.
--Today, write a poem or quote using epistrophe.--