Black Beauty Poem by 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.
Amazing, and beautiful. You've created a disturbing image, with this passionate poem.
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4/18/2024 10:52:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Black beauty! ! Sitting in front of me. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.