I don’t really like to curse.

They’re words only meant to hurt,

Words that were scooped up from sludge,

So that when they dried up,

They became hard enough to throw

And leave a bruise.

 

I don’t really like to curse.

Because my aim is terrible,

And I carry around Band-Aids instead.

Patching up is better,

Than tearing down.

 

You like to throw things.

It’s a game to see how big,

You can make the bruise.

If you draw blood,

Extra points.

 

I don’t like to curse,

But fuck you.

 

 

Emily Keenley is a fourth-year English writings major with a concentration in composition. ek939522@wcupa.edu

 

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