A House Maid
First the glares,
then the stares,
she could feel the fear
in the air,
patting her chest lightly,
she wondered why she was there,
by trade she was a house maid,
caught up in a search
and seizure raid,
she was bent over with a slight hump,
they stared at that plump,
sad faced black woman,
with a Tina Turner wig,
neck like a tree stump,
face, a make-up mess,
and a blue cotton dress,
absorbing glances,
a comic vision
under the circumstances,
she was confused,
as many of the police officers
were mildly amused,
she was quite a show,
but after checking out her story,
they let her go.
© 2012 Frank Atanacio