"Who Is Bella?"
They whisper her name like a song in the wind—
Bella, the proudly Deaf Filipina,
a soul painted in motion and light,
who signs her truth with graceful hands
and dances between the lines of art and identity.
She is the spectrum—
vivid in her culture,
alive in her world,
her name, a quiet echo of beauty,
simple, and an affirming spirit.
She loves and is loved—
a heart that blooms with gentleness,
a smile that hides the rain behind the shine,
her face glowing like diamonds
scattered across a twilight sky.
Eyes like fire and color,
a lion’s gaze—bold,
yet holding secrets like stars
behind the curtain of night.
She is quiet,
but her thoughts move mountains.
She is soft,
but her truth cuts clear.
She is laughter,
wild and full,
and still, she is whole—unchanged.
A woman rare,
never boasting,
yet carrying worlds in her silence.
Green-minded, golden-hearted—
this is Bella.
All of her.
And that…
is me.