That I sit in this studio, is because "Sendah" came to me in a dream.
"Cheater" said he would cheat me out of a good life, if I did not paint him.
Cautiously I tried, but could not do him justice.
Always when he looked, he took a color away from me.
Ninety times, Soon I was left with just carbonated charcoal.
Now he had stripped me of my expression.
Oral voice had taken my joy in vermillion.
Nightly. he split in half, my face, and wrote war on my forehead.
I was torn and angry.
I sketched him and he was immortalized, but I kept it.
He had nothing, but effort to look at.
***WON 4TH PLACE IN THE CONTEST***
"SELF PORTRAIT" about "ZERO_HERO"
entered in Native American Ekphrasis contest
The poem is divided because the first half is Acrostic