Any Woman Speaks by Angela Manalang-Gloria
Putting up the last three poems that I have of this brilliant woman.
Any Woman Speaks
Half of the world’s true glamour
Is held–you know by whom?
Not by the gilt Four Hundred
Parading in perfume,
Nor by the silvered meteors
That light the celluloid sky–
But by these eyes that called you,
Blind fool who passed me by!