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Posts Tagged ‘Bodwell’

Don’t Drink the Water

In Poetry on June 26, 2013 at 3:03 pm

White Man is

Black in his ways,

darker than the

Innocent he hunts.

His bullets sharper than the

blades that fight them,

His cold smiles and

False Friendship

more dangerous than

Arrows.

You could listen hard,

never hear the cries, but

When you stand with your feet

in the water,

The cool liquid passing

between your aching toes, your

skin will turn

Red.

The blood still flows fast there.

 

Julia Bodwell, USA

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In Poetry on March 16, 2013 at 1:38 pm

You are the constant ache in the

back of my

Mind.

I see you in my

Sleep,

You live behind my eyelids,

Wait for them to close,

Make your move.

 

You eat away

Slowly.

A leech

distracting.

 

I cannot defeat you ’til I

Fill your endless White with my

Black.

 

Strangle you with letters,

My commitment

Your death sentence.

 

Julia Bodwell, USA

Little Girl, Lost

In Poetry on November 11, 2012 at 7:42 am

You fall through hidden burrows,

Through the center of the

Earth,

Chasing White Light down

Dark Hallways.

You are bigger than your foes but

You are wide-eyed and

Young, and

Their Red Lies bleed quick through your

Porcelain Skin.

You live a fantasy life,

Holding fast to false friends and

Make-believe dreams

But

When you come out the other side

You will see things differently,

The world backwards, and

Upside down and

You,

Trapped behind the glass, a

Frozen mirror.

 

Your mouth moves but

Nothing comes out.

 

Julia Bodwell, USA