Swear words

I was a school girl then
Barely eight or so
When, one day my lips mimicked
A swear word, popular
Upon a friend of mine


The first of its kind
To begin with.


She read my lips
From across the
school gate sweet shop
I missed my candy
and drained my nerves
As she came along
and whispered softly
“I shall tell everyone
That you called me this”


I fell dead
For years together
Over occasional reminders
Of lip shapes vulgar.


Later,
It was when
I fell in love,
decades away
That I realized
Swear words are a necessity.



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