Half Empty

Half Empty, 2011 Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez To describe oneself, what question must be asked? One driven by reality? Philosophy? To speak of the physical beauty that resembles humble being “Beauty is where you find it” sings Madonna Should I bomb descriptive words which stop at physical characteristics? For while my cup is half empty, hers is half full Driven by beauty standards Unheard off Reality just to those with wealth Illusionist balancing individual’s self-esteem Through the cut Thread together; million dollar hands Is my glass really half empty? “Beauty is where you find it” sings Madonna Should I painterly describe the beauty walking alone? The one not understood Unique Hidden behind leaves, thorns Casted aside because she lacks size zero Trying to fit in yet not in her clothes Trap To be or not to be One’s self that is Casted aside because she speaks her lingo Forceful to protect Hidden behind hurtful words, thoughts Survival skills gone Or, is it? Social interaction forgotten Silenced Casted aside because she mirrors society’s wrongfulness Body scan reveals six distinctive colors Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple Blues streaming constantly A cut Deep red spills So, I ask; to describe one’s self what question must be sought?