Black Beauty ( title contest )

by Natasha   Nov 29, 2007


Black Beauty

Alone in the room, where she lies,
Surrounded by darkness, when she cries.
Silent tears flow down her cheeks,
No one listens as she speaks.

Her desperate cries, remain unyelled.
Her dying hands remain unheld.
Deadly men, scar her face,
their lifeless souls leave their trace.

They took her love,
her innocence, truth.
By their actions,
they stole her youth.

So as she sits in this little room,
death comes knocking, way too soon.
All she wanted was a taste of fame,
Little black beauty was her name.

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  • 13 years ago

    by xoxShorteexox

    Amazing poem, darling.
    Keep it up, babe.
    5/5
    -Your Baby, Shortee <33

  • 13 years ago

    by Solus

    Beauty is far to often misused.....Great poem. I was wondering when you would post another one.