Fire from Circassia light her strands
in waves combed from Moroccan sands;
draping over a snow white cedar forehead
lit by Andalusian browns deeply seated
above a Turkish crescent jawline tapered
to a chin bearing a pink pear well pronounced.
A face strange to every place matches its head
with a forward take to a pace relatively ahead.
She smiles with her eyes, talks with her hand
in a livid tone meant to hone her firm stand.
She is often misunderstood but tries to understand.
She finds herself in solo travel to every strange land.
She believes in fairness and respect is her only demand.
She perceives will as the only chain that can remand
change, progress, and happiness in today’s sad world.
She makes mistakes but tries to mend and comprehend.
Born a bookworm to walk with fiery emotions
kindled by impressions burnt in expressions;
She rises with Mars scepter to lead wars in woods
rising to challenges with compromise’s steps.
To her beauty is in highlands, mystery on islands
poverty in apathy, wealth in empathy, and death in indifference!
She doesn’t believe in image, expectations, or stunts.
To her a free mind comes with a free spirit that never ages.
She walks with direction, lives for the action,
thinks with passion and acts with precision.
Decision for her is a mission of compassion
based on a solid conviction never a reaction.
Logic is her nutrition, justice is her foundation
creativity is her passion, humanity is her religion.
Love is her muse and companion, nature is her dominion
honesty or saying I don’t know to her are an opinion;
just as music and art are her method of communion.
Some call her an old soul but death took a toll
on her life making depression her hell hole.
Over all simple things make her whole
build her happiness and make living worth it all.
This Cultergene Cocktail enjoyed spinning this tale
for you hoping you’ve had a couple of laughs for ale
and that her occasional rhymes were able to nail
her wordy selfie in impressionistic poetry like a dale
without sounding so vale or ending up an epic fail!
This piece was written in occasional rhyme with a hint of symbolism laced with impressionism
Culturgene Cocktail: Culture+ Gene
I am Turkish(crescent) Lebanese(cedar)(with Moroccan blood) from dad and Spanish(Andalusia) Philippina(deep seated) from my mom.
I grew up between the Middle East, Far East, and Eastern Europe; hence the reference.
This piece is physically descriptive of my looks, my outlooks, my conducts, and my values.
Reference to Mars: born as Aries, woods: wood rat, Chinese Zodiac!