I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
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
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on May 13, 2019:
This piece makes me ponder just how many women/men/children are in this situation and can do nothing because of fear of deportation. Well done clive.
Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on May 13, 2019:
I think this poem speaks clearly to a real problem, not just in the US but it other countries as well. This poor woman has no easy way to get help, and she is being abused probably in every imaginable way.
We hear of these rings of evil men who keep immigrant women and children in a slave situation. I think you spoke clearly Clive!
FlourishAnyway from USA on May 13, 2019:
Perhaps he will meet an untimely end and improve her situation overnight?
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on May 12, 2019:
I am not reading my wife this as she is an immigrant and me a beast. I think Bona Notte. years since my time there but the opera comes from there I think.