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A Beauty and the Beast

I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.

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

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

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