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15 // Sophmore
Hi! I'm Hailey, and I love to read the Book of Mormon, eat Chipotle burritos, dance like a crazy maniac in my room, lose brain cells in Chem, belt Hamilton at the top of my lungs, compose music on my piano, oh, and write :)

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A Sort-Of Civil War based poem, it's really random, so...I'll take any help!:)

Blue Skies and Brown Watercolors

May 12, 2020

FREE WRITING

8
Before the war
Our wide, crystal eyes drank in the stars 
Our laughter filled the darkness with a technicolor light 
We ran barefoot in the underbrush 
And when the rain fell, we opened our mouths wide 
 
We'd swing together and then pick pictures out of the clouds 
Swing higher and higher in games of Truth or Dare 
We sang an off-pitch, F major melody 
With hopes and dreams woven like flowers in our long, flowing hair 
 
And when the sun said goodnight in paint strokes of pink and red 
We would hold hands and dance, giggling in the dark 
We'd leap across the meadows, playing hand-clapping games 
Then lie down on the cold grass and number the stars 
 
One day we sat braiding daisies into crowns 
And my blue sky eyes erupted in flames 
Your older brother by four years came running 
His eyes screaming fear and his mouth yelping our names 
 
Your eyes froze at the wound in his chest 
That was spurting blood like the old water fountain 
Where we'd toss bronze pennies and wishes into the murky brown water 
And forget that the world existed, cause' we were only ten 
 
But no wishes could save you from the red, boiling screams 
That I heard coming from your brown, chapped lips 
As I saw the man in gray yank your arms behind you 
And bind them with chains stronger than any of your paper clips 
 
His scalding red eyes peered into mine, and his hands gently touched my pale, white face 
He ran his fingers through my sunflower yellow hair 
He whispered that I should hurry along home 
But my eyes were frozen watching my friend in a cage, like at the North County Fair 
 
My mother explained that it was because you were brown 
And had run away with your brother from a white man up in Muleshoe 
My mind didn't understand cause the brown crayon worked better than the white one 
And was always a prettier color in the pictures that we drew 
 
But slowly the colors connected into black and white watercolor images 
And my eyes can behold the truth  
Black people are not the same as white people 
And the stars were only for my youth 
 
I walk with my head tall, and now all the men gawk and stare 
I wear shoes on my feet and force my words to remain unheard 
I silently watch the gray and blue soldiers draw their rifles 
And end innocent lives without saying a word 
 
The Grays fire on the blaze to end the flames 
And beat the brown watercolors to the bone 
Until all that remains is a torn, broken picture 
Full of white streaks standing alone 
 
So now I sit in a garden that was once filled with flowers 
And stare alone at the clouded blue sky above 
But see guns, fire, and red screaming blood 
Instead of whimsical imaginations of childish love 
 
I visit the well where we threw our coins 
But it is only an old trash yard with rats and blackness 
I try to see the stars when the sun says goodbye 
But they have disappeared, and all I see is darkness 
 
The light has fled my eyes and left them two colorless orbs 
And the wind pulls hard instead of tickling my curls 
I cry and lie here alone in forgotten, leaping shadows 
Missing two happy, innocent White-black girls. 

I visit the well where we threw our coins
But it is only an old trash yard with rats and blackness
I try to see the stars when the sun says goodbye
But they have disappeared, and all I see is darkness

The light has fled my eyes and left them two colorless orbs
And the wind pulls hard instead of tickling my curls
I cry and lie here alone in forgotten, leaping shadows
Missing two happy, innocent White-black girls.

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6 Comments
  • mia_:)

    Wow! I love the nostalgia and the blissful ignorance of the first stanza! And the line about the crayons! Your imagery is stunning and I literally forgot how to breathe! WOW


    6 months ago
  • Chloe :) <3

    Wow!! This is amazing! I love this !!
    Also Created a 50 follower contest and some of these prompts I think you might like! Please have a look if/when you can!!
    https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/168550/version/332138


    6 months ago
  • acrosstheuniverse28

    This is heart wrenching, bittersweet, and gorgeous! Your imagery is so amazing, and I was completely captivated. "My mind didn't understand cause the brown crayon worked better than the white one" -- love this line so much!


    6 months ago
  • joella

    this is beautiful! incredible work <3
    read your bio and just have to say; I love hamilton and composing songs too!


    7 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Wow, this is incredibly powerful. Your imagery is stunning.

    The ONE critique I have for this is the line
    "With hopes and dreams woven like flowers in our long, flowing hair"
    I feel like you could either remove "long, flowing" or describe the hair in a more abstract way, like waterfall hair, or stardust hair. Just a thought, feel free to keep it the other way!


    7 months ago
  • Cressida

    This is beautiful! I especially love the first stanza and the depictions of youth and innocence (accompanied by blissful ignorance) towards the beginning. Will definitely right a peer review on this later!


    7 months ago