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Day 3,Today’s assignment from writing 201..Another challenge.A Prose poem about Skin,Using internal rhyme.Yet another attempt from my side,to do the assignment.:)

A tattoo on her skin.

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Waiting all day long broke all the walls that she made so strong! Even though they were never much help…

 

Hope played games of come and go! Fear of failure was starting to grow.

 

If she lost, going home was a nightmare. Her father would be waiting by the stairs.

 

The belt in his hand would be waiting eagerly, to unite with her scarred skin’s agony.

 

Now, the bells in her heart were in full speed! Hearing a NO, and she wouldn’t breathe. As that would mean -going home -facing her dad -getting another scar on her sleek hands. To show. To cherish, to remember. A lesson for her little brother.

 

Unable to linger around in torment, the girl started trembling like the last leaf on a dying tree. She wanted to learn her fate and be free, from all this uncertainty.

 

Then came out the list of students admitted to college. She slowly walked to the notice board that seemed miles away. Her mom said, “Quickly pray!”

 

The last moments were here, all the students pushed each other around. They were all in a hurry. The ones who looked at the list were left astound. Her dark skin felt rushing pain. With each push, and poke, more gain -in her misery.

 

The already worn off skin of an eighteen-year-old started bleeding the tales of each whip and lash, given to her by her very own dad.

 

Even when her mighty skin surrendered. She made it to the board to see her Last grade.

 

Her name was there. The ninth one to be exact. She made it on the list. Daddy won’t bash!

 

Happiness filled the vessel of abuse. She slowly walked to her mom -the women with more scars than her own.

 

Mommy looked at her and screamed! That was the last of her, the unnamed girl and her skin that bleeds, that was the last of the deeds, that she ever paid for -with a new tattoo on her skin.

 

-Sabah Batul.

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