Beebopdoowop : Writing

The Pond

The Pond

A Poem by Beebopdoowop


Calmly she sitsLegs swinging beneath herToes grazing the surfaceOf the murky pondShe has sat on the embankmentFor so long nowSome times her limbs move..
An Automatic Response

An Automatic Response

A Poem by Beebopdoowop


Her mind is not racistConsciously it knows that every man is equal to the nextIt sees past the colour of a man's skinAnd believes in the being beneath..
There was a life

There was a life

A Poem by Beebopdoowop


There was a lifeBefore the oneYou see me live todayA life you wouldn'tUnderstandA world I can't conveyYou never knewThe people whoI used to call my fr..