Photos by: Carrayssa Banda
Layout by: Anzen De Leon
Published by: Simoun Jarred Erpilo
Date Published: March 18, 2024
Time Published: 8:55 am
Category: Prose
Theme: Acknowledgement for every woman in various fields
There were folded pieces of paper, buried thoughts, and deep bruises beneath the covet that I will merely erudite with my sole words.
For I am plotted out to write about Rubies who holds a besom, who wears a lanyard with a silver-plated whistle, a beautiful stone that no apprentice would ever obtain through any spells; I will speak to carve—not in Angkor Wat but in minds, that renowned fray clothing wasn’t just made for men.
She’s a loved August; the one who uses ammonia so personages can amble pleasingly without the intervention of the large magnitude of friction. The one that uses a thickened porcelain cleaner for a glowing seat.
Rubies fortify rubies by being at rest with tension and force—not allowing any lethal to be an atonement for the day with their by-blown stainless hymn of soprano; it was the utmost rhythm of protection.
I contend to with solemn work: I debunk the notion that only men can persist in the foremost tasks. This ought to have its endeavor to perceive an equitable amount of applause. Women can do anything because a ruby is never tarnished.
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