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What Do You Call It?


If the time, the Sun chose to rise,
Is not called day, then what is it?
If the time, the Sun chose to set,
Is not called evening, then what is it?

If man didn't, destroy Earth,
Then who did it?
If words didn't break your heart,
Then what did it?

If the stars don't twinkle,
Who does it?
But if a ghost don't haunt,
Humans will definitely do it.

If you didn't mark time,
Who did it?
If you didn't watch him on the sly,
Who did it?

If you didn't build up your bad name,
Then who did it?
If my words weren't correct and sharp,
Why get affected by it?

If you didn't try showing off around him,
Who did it?
If you weren't damn dramatic,
Whose drama is it?

If I'm tired of your drama,
What should I do with it?
If I know you are wrong,
Why support you with it?


You with a husband, begging a boy’s attention,
Why are you doing it?
If you don't call that flirting,
What do you call it?

-Natalya Ludwick-

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