A Beauty and the Beast
Beauty and The Beast
She stared in the mirror,
Her beauty made the angels ashamed
But she was unhappy
As her mind had become maimed
He walked into the room,
Stood behind her and rest his right hand on her shoulder
She saw his ugliness,
It made her shudder
He squeezed her tightly as he stared at her through the mirror with piercing eyes
He needed her pain to give him that feeling of high
Tears ran down her soft face as the nightly terror replayed in her mind
A beautiful immigrant suffering just for staying rights.
He would go to work daily
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But at nights she was his slave
HE hid behind his privilege, always giving the neighbors a good morning wave
But behind his door was a beauty living in anguish
For the beast had done unspeakable things,
But she couldn’t explain for English was not her language
But could she, could she talk really?
For if she did, she would certainly be deported from the country
He had the entire game to his self and he made sure to play everyday
For the price of a better life in this country there was much to pay
She cried nightly, wondering why the world has to be so bitter
She kneeled, she prayed, but there seems to be no answer
Pretty Isabella, how beautiful you are
But the beast has clawed away at your very essence
Leaving his deep dirty scars.
© 2019 Clive Williams
