AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A FACE
I see her standing in front of the
mirror
Striking her hair in fishtail
She thinks she have just painted
Another story for a brand new day
It adds colours and sassy look
She models her scarlet veil and her
crimson doll shoes
She likes the way her cup B sized
bras are kept
With tags of memories of battling the
battles within her battles
It is like her cry conquers the
rhythms of liberty
Garlands of hopes reverberate in back
to back trends
Of surviving the daily wars inside
and outside
She makes her oncologist feel
She can stand and be back on her
mountaineering
Her force is beyond a millionaire’s
wish
Just like her, the host of
outnumbered dreams
The reward is priceless- LIFE
Another life in joining miracles
When one-roofed litanies of women
warriors
Trying to save the clans of goodwill
and heralds of compassion
The milestone have just defined the
voiceless
From the selfless
Even the yellow and pink ribbons
could praise
The wakes of black and white in their
deathbeds
That’s how she reflects, that’s how
she fights
She displays her flag of courage
Before the billion innocents’ eyes
Because I am A Woman
A woman didn't choose to become a
woman, she is a gift and a blessing.
Her gender should not be questioned,
it is rather be a victorious quest,
A valuable claim for the humanity.
A woman should not be overpowered and
overshadowed
with threats, with royal promises,
with scammed-paid forever
from messianic, demigod’s breath
which embalms her stars to a hellish
quicksand,
fallen, sunken
to the horrible grounds, she's not a square in a round box.
She is a dreamer in her powerhouse.
She flirts with care, she is not more
on logic but she just love who you are.
She can be your senses. Her
sensitivity does not mean a product of her weaknesses.
She is not a possession, she
believes, she is a defined generation, the best creation.
She doesn't need to own universal
gravity to pull your loyalty
She works quietly, like the oxygen in your
being.
A peaceful actress, she is no drama.
She waits for you, your meals
prepared, shirts and pants ironed,
medicines checked when you are sick,
she is a home nurse.
She is a suitcase of surprises, a
queen for her father’s father.
She is not getting certificates of merit and
recognition in the full house,
She is a world class iron lady.
She is a woman. The puzzle-solver of
the homeless.
She is a mural of love,
understanding, respect, identity, talent, tolerance and strength.
Remember, you became you, because you
were inside her.
She is a celebration.
She is life.
The world needs her.
//Caroline
Nazareno-Gabis a.k.a. Ceri Naz/Philippines 2015
Kisses at Ponte dei Sospiri
sailing to Venice's
bridge of bliss
trekking with grand gondolas
while whispering
our covenant
and sing our songs
at the sunset
campaniles ringing all around
to the River of Unrequitted Love
with our love empire
(C) CERI NAZ
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