(yes, this is what i feel like right now. a sourgraping beauty queen. thought of sharing with you freakos a poem i wrote, it's included in my capsule, er, shameless-self-promotion collection titled "Rak en Rol na Walang Asukal".)
The world according to a beauty queen
I reach for sequined stars
on skyscraper heels.
My knees are well-built
for tiptoeing hours
under the bright lights.
My hips are an investment
Nature made for me
so that straps would cling
gently and firmly
as I glide on droning drums.
My abdomen is an offspring
of water and crackers
as it churns painfully
under tons of foundation.
My breasts are sore, but joyful
of the fact that a beaded bra
represents them as it
shines into the night.
My neck is adorned
with a chandelier necklace
of broken glass
and aching of its weight.
My eyes are gray, wide open with lashes
reaching for the dark skies
as I punctuate each stride,
each sway,
with a full blast of smile.
The world is a stage
and I am an actress,
a love interest,
a beauty queen.
