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"bloodstains: a young girl's trilogy" by Bohdan Yuri 2007-02-12 08:39:11 |
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bloodstain 1
there were bloodstains when I was born. dad was angry and swung his fist.
Mama wiped the blood from her lip. I was born early on that same day.
Mama knew dad for one short night, "not mine," and he was gone.
Mama gave me life and kissed my soul. how could She know life’s morbid toll.
She said, I cried, with my first breath. so She cradled me, "have no fear, Mama’s here."
Mama conceived our lives were one, no one else could take her place.
there were bloodstains when I was born Mama did her best to kiss my soul...
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bloodstain 2
there are bloodstains on my young walls. I tried to wipe them, but they can't go away.
I was only ten, and still untouched when it was done. Mama warned me about those boys.
they held me down and ripped my dress, and tore the spirit from my flesh.
I ran for home when they were done. so tearful to feel ashamed, so fearful to be alone.
Mama tried to mend my soul, but the tears... would not , could not, go away.
there are bloodstains on my young walls we tried, but the scars will always remain.
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Epilogue: bloodstain 3
there’s a bloodstain on my front steps, they tried to wash it but it won’t go away.
I was playing stoop ball, Mama called, "supper." just one last throw.
the ball bounced on his new toy, "hey, bitch, that’s my car."
Mama watched one, then two and three, I made him angry he made me dead.
there’s a bloodstain on my front steps, they tried... but it won’t go away.
First published in the print edition of Panic Magazine in 2000.
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