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Not Afraid

You are my heart,
I am not afraid of you.

Even as you destroy me.
And tear me apart.

Rip me open.
Damage my parts.

You are my heart.

And I am not afraid of you.

Carry On

I travel across the tainted sea,
And see the world in front of me.
I see the death, the pain and fright,
And watch those hearts then set alight.
I walk among the troubled men,
I carry on, again and again.
I cry my hurt upon my dress,
Then stand up tall, rebuild my nest.
I scan those close, I scan those far,
I hold my head and start my car.
I see the dark, I see the fall,
I hear two voices yet summon one call.
I travel across the snowy ground,
My achievements making my chest pound.
I see the death, the pain and fright,
I start again, my wings take flight.

Boneata Bell
2nd November 2017

The Stranger

There is nothing similar,
To that stranger.
Who walks into your life,
And changes everything.
The tiny difference,
Upon which you reflect,
On those long winter nights.
And warn out heart-felt tears,

There is nothing like the arms that
The stranger,
Wrapped around you.
Without love,
Yet with so much at
Exactly the same time.
Those warm raindrops,
Will potentially kill you
When reflecting.

There is no way of describing the stranger,
But they are in
Everything that you observe,
For the rest of your life.
Yet they aren't.
They never appear.
They disappear.


There is nothing like the stranger.
In their captivating ways,
A stranger that,
Is like a stranger,
But in fact has never been,
Nor ever will be,
A stranger at all.

- Boneata Bell 05.05.17





Assisi

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The end of 2015 was a big life changer for me. I lost my house due to a relationship break-up and I moved in with my parents. My little boy turned one years old and started to walk. One relationship ended and another began. I graduated from university and went back to my job from maternity leave. I then got myself a second job. And a voluntary job writing columns. I began to travel to different places around the UK and do various things I never thought that I would do. I began a bucket list. I passed numerous dance exams and I began Brazilian jiu jitsu and joined the gym for the first time in my life. It was quite the year. I decided that I wanted to inspire people to be strong. To keep going. Then before I knew it, one year had passed.
That's when I started to take notice of myself.  For the first time in my life I had my nails done by a professional. And my eyebrows saved from disaster. I realised that I couldn't carry on looking homeless. It was time to make an effort. And t…

Sunset Smile

Sometimes the moon is Jealous of the sky And her beautiful ways.
Sometimes the clouds look Beyond the horizon To those brighter days.
Sometimes the sea Runs from those metal storms.
Sometimes the weed Tries to suffocate The corn.
Sometimes the tree Whispers between Tears of the rain.
But then sometimes The sunset smiles And saves them all anyway.
Sometimes it's not about what has been done, But more so What is to yet come.
Boneata Bell 21.03.17



Why Vegan?

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Veganism was something that had always interested me, but having not known a single other vegan, I had listened to the stories I was told. The different versions of tales that were told to me about extremism. I received enough accusations about vitamin deficiency as a vegetarian as it was. I was ignorant, I chose to stay blind to the truth and assume vegans were just being extreme. 

I was wrong.

I was lucky to be pulled out of my delusion when a vegan happened to add me on Facebook after reading a poem I had written for the newspaper. I accepted her, and over time I understood what I was seeing. I watched someone living a vegan life. A healthy vegan life. I watched her caring for animals, eating food, and wearing her clothes with guilt-free pride. It was the tipping point for me; I knew then, in that moment that I myself, had been another ignorant human being.

I began to make, what some would call, major changes to my diet. To me however, they were minor changes. I swapped my dairy …

Cropped Joggers

I cannot begin to pretend that 6:00am starts work well as a parent. I wonder why I am ambitious as I hit snooze for the third time this morning. I eventually bellyflop out of bed, startled that I now have twenty minutes to get myself ready. I then gaze apologetically at the make-up and jewellery that I had presented beautifully, with all good intentions of using, the previous night. When I had been over-dosing on caffeine, over tiredness and slight insanity. 

It is pitch black outside and there I am every morning, losing my battle against the ice as I slide, ungracefully, across the dirty pavement. I didn’t have the time to try my brand new work trousers on in the shop, Diego would have been appalled. He’d have told me off! So I purchased them anyway, disposing of the label and receipt. 
Today I gaze hurriedly around, with ankles on display, I begin to thrash, hoisting them back up. Too short and too big. Yet I’m not throwing money away, so here I am. Embracing my individuality. In a ne…

Prince Diego VOXX Magazine December 2016

Prince Diego


Nothing is mine. Not even down to the last piece of toast on my plate. I'm hungry. I'm losing weight.
I'm deprived of food, drink... sometimes even my hairbrush. I am not even sure if it’s okay to live like this anymore. I have considered my options. I am really beginning to believe that this is parent cruelty.
It dawned on me last weekend. I began my morning as I begin all mornings, to the sound of my name being summoned, over and over again. Sometimes it pops into my dream as elephants come charging toward me. Chanting. Mummy. Mummy. I don't have another name anymore.
I rush, panic stricken to my son to check on his wellbeing. My heart is banging around in another room, calling me. There he stands, a king pointing at the curtains. "Open. Open". He yells. I reassure him that “of course I will my darling.” How could he assume anything other? Then I will dress him, bath him and serve him breakfast in a golden bowl. WITHOUT CRUSTS.
There's one thing…

Near-Death Experience

This month Diego tried to kill me. I found myself wandering around in a daze, blinking stars from my eyes. Then I spotted him, running for the climbing frame. That's how my toddler had plotted it. He'd climbed to the top of the slide so I had gone round ready to watch him come down. He changed his mind. Making a swift change in direction, almost levitating, at leopard speed, back the other way.
I reacted as any other mother would do. Turned around as quickly as speed would allow (pretty slow for me), with the plan to grab him and potentially save his life. Instead, I turned and smacked my head straight on the fireman's pole instead. Everything spun. I waddled round to the other side of the slide. Diego was playing happily with another child. Safe. I’d even say unaware, but I know better…
He ignored my presence as I tried to cuddle him. Mortified that the "bumping off mummy" plan had not succeeded. I felt myself struggling to see out of one eye. Phone at the ready,…

Stand Up

You may have once been my rock, But I will survive you.
You may have once been my gun, But I will surrender you.
You may have once been my blood, But I will replace you.
When all is lost, And hope finds you, Whoever betrayed love, Will never betray you.
For strength is a gift, Deep within us all, So whenever we stand up, We will never again fall.
Boneata Bell 01.02.2017




Theft - VOXX COLUMN OCTOBER 2016

I was certain that I would see a subtle change in my toddler’s personality over the course of a few months. Wasn’t that wishful thinking? As I handed him a present that he did not want, he threw himself onto my floor, head butted my carpet and cried. Happy 2nd Birthday.

I decided to take him locally to Pink Pig Farm; I didn’t fancy a long journey.A possibility of pooh’s and paddy’s. I had thought about hosting a party, but Diego has almost as many friends as me, and that wouldn’t fill a bathroom, let alone a full house… So between us we’d probably attain just enough commotion for the neighbours to think we’d done our weekly shop.
Anyhow, the farm was fantastic. Diego is an animal lover and as the child of a vegan I am excited to see his bond growing. He has already learnt to be gentle and kind. That is an important lesson. I just have to work on his attitude towards me next…
Aside from the animals, his other favourite part of the farm was the shop. Perfectly planned and skilfully enacted…