Woman

This is for all the women who exudes power regardless of their insecurities and impurities yet choose to stand against all despondencies.

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King Midas’ fingertip on her temple

Lustrous sheet cloaked her in ample

Podium on her feet; on her toe

Eyes darted on her in trample

In confidence, she walked in legality

Birds sung in chorus and melody

Spinning in free hands untied

Olivia can only utter the word jealousy, jealousy

Middle finger on her thumb, she snap

All judging gazes will collapse

All in her magic will be trapped

All in her magic will be lost in the map

Yet all will be negated when the dusk fly in

Singing in melancholy, succumbed in narrow bin

Reminiscing all unwanted reckoning

Anterior, posterior, she is vibrating

Yet again she is feared when appeared

Mind her sword everyone will kneel.

- Clarence Reboja