Bad Bad Girl

Bad Bad Girl

A Poem by Ambra Celeste

Bad Bad Girl

On a funny world I shall soon descend
Planet Earth
I ought to be thrilled with excitement, but I am scared
I hear of a place where bad trees bear evil fruits
I fear that my mommy and daddy won’t love me
If I am bad girl
My mommy will hold my feeble head into the water
Watching me as I struggle to breathe
Until I stop waving my arms
Thrown into the fast flowing river and bruised by rocks
My death row 
I hear of a place where rotten turf grows witless grass
I fear that my mommy and daddy won’t love me
If I am a bad girl
I will have no rights to chase the dragonflies in my dreams
Back breaking labour for being the only girl
My brothers will chew hay as they watch me slave
I hear of a place where malignant soil produces demented crops
I fear that my mommy and daddy won’t love me
If I am bad girl
My daddy will sell my prepubescent body to be adorned into a pretty bride
With terror and shame I’ll glance at the tall stranger standing by my side
Stripped of knowledge and education 
Immerse in perverted ejaculations 
I wish that my mommy and daddy will love me

Because I am a good girl.   

© 2014 Ambra Celeste


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god, makes you want to just climb back into the womb...
always wondered what is going through the mind of an infant being born.
you capture all of the trepidation perfectly...even in its birth a baby loses optimism---imagine
what life will do...

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on June 29, 2014
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Ambra Celeste
Ambra Celeste

LONDON, United Kingdom



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Ambra Celeste leaves Italy for London in hopes of following her passions and dreams. Upon arriving in London however, Ambra finds events that shape her life forever. In her new book, “Be Careful.. more..

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