Self-Portrait
Self-Portrait, 2011
v. Ortiz Vazquez
4’9” or 5’0”, never quite knowing which
Brown eyes, black Afro hair
She Hercules strength within
34 years old wondering where times has gone
A second, minute, hour; days, weeks, months
Young morena, carded at times
Few gray hairs basilan between wisdom and just time passed
Time spend recording images, words
Hidden ideas within pages
Pieces behind doors, question of “Am I an artist when no one except me sees my
humble images?”
Energy transfer in a moment of passion where soul, thoughts merge
Written words waltz between lines wondering “Am I a poet when no one except my
girl listens to the movement within my writings?”
Quote-on-quote educated yet ignorant
School smart, whatever that means
Socially dysfunctional, quietly listens to the cacophony-story telling time
Not my story but hers, his, theirs
Commonalities, none
Fearful she hides behind her home’s walls
Pages hide her thoughts
Agony bleeds every time she wakes
Capture by her moving hand yet stored away
Aching, waiting to break through
She turns and walks
Sanctuary, solitary times
Lingering questions, who am I?
How to survive without knowing
Knowledge eludes me
To find a different host
Jealous, envy; no, lost
Floating through time, space
Looking to land yet not knowing where
Falling back to old tricks
Seclusion
Time to put thyself asleep
Lights out
Copyright © Vickie Ortiz Vazquez | Year Posted 2011
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