If you were to draw me
What would I look like to you?
Would I have substance?
Or would I be empty?
Are you able to see all of me?
Or is your vision of me obscure?
Would you draw me with dark colors?
Or vibrant ,variants?
Would I recognize who you see?
Am I placed on a pedestal?
Or in a bowl mingled with fruit?
A still life or a heroine in action?
Let me tell you before you start.
I am a variant of black and blaze.
Moments of tossed fruit,
Yet fell off the pedestal years ago.
My heart is real with room for you
That is where I would start.