With the slip of my tongue
I said, "You bastard!" out loud,
there was a burst of air,
it even moved a cloud.
Why do we say
these bad words that hurt?
is it to bring one down,
make them feel like dirt?
I opened my mouth
with the greatest of ease,
out came more words
that shook the trees.
"Damn you little brat!"
I knew I was in trouble,
I turned my head
and ran on the double.
My words were wrong,
I should have kept quiet,
instead of the silence
I started a riot.
People were shouting
out words that were bad,
out here in public
making each other mad.
I knew it was time
to run off and hide,
it was my fault
and I felt nervous inside.
Remember to stop
when you feel a bad word,
don't ever say it
because it could be heard.
Author notes
I have Tourette Syndrome so my poem is like that.
A contest entry
- ".....Said" by DolphinLass.
600 points, ended October 19, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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Very well written and very true, once we have said something and it has been heard, it is hard to pretend it was never said, but unfortunately we often(for whatever reason) say things we wish we hadnt..and I am sure it is hard to live with tourettes too, but when others accept you for who you are and overlook deifferences, it must be easier, thanks for entering.
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