Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

“I WOULD NOT TELL”

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THE UNPREDICTABLE

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I watched you through eyes with a veil.

I dared not to open them while you were there.

I watched, I waited, I grew agitated.

I dared not to look-

For I might tell.

My eyes glazed over;

I dared not to look while you were there…

Who was the poor girl lying there?

It was not me;

I am sure I would tell.

The demon would come to me at night.

I was sure that I was going to tell!

I looked away… I would not tell.

It was not me!! …

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Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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