Meet Minerva, The POET and Microbiologist
Science:Chemistry
What’s new
In the world of entertainment?
Where the old
Meets the new?
Metropolitan Museum of Art
Wakes up at night tightly and nice
Where becomes transformed in art form
As bodies of fame no longer the same
You’ve artist like Cardi B, a rapper
from the Bronx, a borough that I love
Is where, I work and bring home my daily bread
She wearing organza black extravagant gown
Preferably known
As unknowable depths of the universe
You may like or dislike her style
She’s still Cardi B, a Bronx girl she’ll always be
With a thing to impress …
She always dresses to do just that
Like Anna Wintour, Vogue editor both women leave entrance of expressions, whoa
Who are we to critique?
It’s the best entertainment
Where NYC never sleeps
Where vibrant colors lives
It’s a scene to applause
As artist like that includes
Actresses, singers, models and best
Comes to show off dress code
This year titled” Garden of Time”
I praise Miss Zendaya, most cool blue
One of the five host of the gala
Dressed by Maison Margiela and John Galliano
Looked dolled-like of a goddess
With a palette of purple peacock
Purple my favorite of the colors
A butterfly went by, sat on her neck and elbow
A silhouette and transparent
No one there had their parents
It’s an occasion to show off
It started shaky as Gaza protesters try shame
NYC Braves
Shook them off
Took them out
Now rooms for creation came to give birth
It’s a light of new breaths
As everyone gave their best performance
Forming exquisite lines, yes forming exquisite
lines
It was each and every one of Who Who’s
What celebrity would show up?
Which one, will not?
If you invited, you will
If you not, you question why not?
Some may want it to be a thing of the past
But, art never dies
It always comes to live
Especially, in a city that never sleeps nor
never gives up
There was a mosquito protector
You can’t wear it on your vest
In your best or worst of days
It’s foolish to catch your eyes
I prefer an eye for the most ice princess
Elle Fanning by name
She showed up with poise
Hands made and structure by the gods
Statuette, thin and with grace
She stood shown skin
Her hair under her shoulders
Paper thinned no, perfect as a goddess
With her left hand down by her side
The other upward as guiding traffic to the Gods
No none listened everyone hurriedly
To the next on line, off you go
Where should I end?
Is hard to find a winner without discrimination
Perhaps Cardi B
Big, black organza match black, whole universe
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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