Stephanie Blodgett Poems

You can’t always run you know
Ghosts of the past will always fallow
It doesn’t really matter where you go
Just know that they will eat you hollow
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I hold the bloody Katonah in my hand
Over the red river do I stand
As my body grows weak and my knees give in
I feel the fear crawl beneath my skin
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Standing…
The ledge is so close
The fall so far
Looking down at the world
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I have many names
Only one is fear
This is my game
I am everywhere
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It wouldn’t go loud enough
The music I mean
Never seems to go loud enough
To sooth my painful screams
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There was a girl
She walked these streets
No one loved her
They thought she was a freak
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Day dreamer
Sleepless nights
As the king
Speaks of black rights
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Look at all the people
Banging there heads together
Push has come to shove
Down to fight whenever
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Look at the weeping willow
How low it hangs its head
You can look into its eyes
And your reflection seems so dead
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