Rebecca Stansfield


Black Beauty


Battered face is bruised,
there that beauty hidden,
the woman sat in front of me,
ear phones in, blacked eyed, singing.

Black beauty covered, whispering,
the piano keys, faking happy,
in the sun beams in hair in front of me,
a black beauty, sitting in front of me.

Is it obvious I'm weeping,
I felt and saw it too,
deep as when I look at you,
I saw it once, I saw it too.

Submitted: Friday, September 02, 2011
Edited: Saturday, September 03, 2011
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