Billye Phillips Beck
Because Of The Name - Poem by Billye Phillips Beck
Face of an angel, with beauty rare,
masking the pain that was hidden there.
Too many times she was abused,
bearing the burden, alone and confused.
No one willing to help or share, and
no one left that really cared.
The sad blue eyes, the childish face,
bear the scars of shame and disgrace.
Forced to feel that she's to blame,
For the story untold because of the name.
A man of the town, his beautiful wife—
no one believed he would take her life.
She begged for help but no one dared
to get involved or show they cared.
We share the guilt and we're all to blame,
when we don't believe because of the name.
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