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Stacy Campbell's Writings

Poem
Feb.09.2010
The Teacher's Voice
    This is the boy you must love with greasy bottle black hair eyes dark and darting who walks into your perfect room and purposely chooses the seat farthest from you   This is the boy you must love whose knees bounce like a bobbin lacking ability to cease he walks with a  stooped spine carrying a backpack full of nothing   This is the boy you must love...
Poem
Feb.04.2010
Splash of Red Literary Journal
   my mood has charcoal edges it scrapes the day black I can’t stop thinking about what is real   Sunless mornings with scrambled eggs and sin weigh me down   I cry   again    and    again scratching mosquito bites from yesterday   a jackknifed woman still in bed   I know I will end like everyone else
Poem
Jan.09.2010
Splash of Red Literary Journal
  The dirty cracks in a beggar’s hand told more about me than him   A spurious smile transparent to his eyes heaved humiliation upon me   as I passed.  Sliding thoughts to a half moon place I pretend doesn’t exist   the fallacy of goodness falls flat to the ground beneath the outstretched hand   of the needy I say I love when I’m foolishly dressed in black...