Week Five Poem - Beauty & the Beggar
Beauty & the Beggar
She briskly made her way down Flatbush Avenue; self-dosing herself with a cigar
Smothered in red -
Red lipstick. Red shoes. Red dress.
Her golden hair sparkled in the sunlight mirroring the suns rays
a black figure tailed her
Revelation came and she increased her walk to a pace
he halted himself in front of her
Taken aback, she glared at him - raw face, eyes yellow
tattered in threads
toes tenaciously curled - grubby and gnarled
rancid breath sprayed on her neck as it spoke
“Any spare bills please”
“NO”, voice adamant
he watched from a distance as she entered the fine restaurant
She sat, she dined
as he peered from the shop front
She deposited a handful of bills to the haughty waiter
tears rolled down his cheeks
speaking
as his words betrayed him
Money the majority, colour the minority
colours could speak a thousand words
one was simply
distinguished from the other