Two poems, three photos
Madilyn Sizemore
Rosie
Design
That familiar scent
of refreshing honeysuckle
and warm comfort hit
hard. Suddenly I’m transported
back in time. Sitting
on the granite bathroom counter.
I can feel the cold
scissors lay across my forehead,
your hands shaky with age,
hearing the crunch of my hair as
the scissors slice through my hair.
Thanks to you, we made
micro-bangs a thing
before they were trendy.
Your Yankee twang with a pinch
of that French accent
whispers sweetly in my ear as you
rock me to sleep. I nuzzle
into you, feel safe in your arms like
nothing can harm me,
protected from everything. You smell
of spring flowers warm
from the sun like freshly washed clothes
hanging on the line. Far
different than the smell of your kitchen,
boiling crab and beer.
Nothing brings you more joy than having
your family around the
dining room table with nonstop laughter,
snorting and tears of happiness.
Abandoned
Golden Shovel- ‘My Rights’
-after Maya Angelou's “And Still I Rise”
My bodily rights should not be decided by you.
It's not your place, or any man’s and if I may,
let me remind you, without women, you might want to write
this down, the world can’t go on without women. Me
and my girls hold the power. Try to tear us down
all you want, but in
the end, our fight and rights will make history.
Lindsey
Madilyn Sizemore is a senior at Columbia College pursuing a major in Studio Art. After graduating she plans to get her MFA and wants to pursue a career in teaching art.