Bad Girls Look Down - a spoken Poem

I was in a creative writing class, and I had to write a poem that featured onomatopoeias, which are the words that make noise. It feels therapeutic to revisit it as it was a very painful story to write. I also had to perform it, which is the link provided... 

BAD GIRLS LOOK DOWN

Trauma

By Jennifer R. Hanson

Clash, like lightning the transgression has been committed; bad girls look down.

Badabump, badabump, my fluttering heart slows - to – match – this - burden; bad girls look

down.

Brrrrrrrrr, my skin shivers as my shame covers me like a blanket of ice; bad girls look down.

Thump, thump, watching every footfall gently caress the ground below; bad girls look down.

Drip, drip, twin streams run their delicate course down across my field of freckles; bad girls look

down.

Wah, Wah, Wah, my judge jury executioner askes why I always look down. Bad girls look down.

BAD. GIRLS. LOOK. DOWN.

sssssssssss, I whisper trying to break the intangible silence of hope; but bad girls look down

AND sigh, at last, relief, from this temporary moment of despair...

I can look up now.

Because, only bad girls, look down.