OPPOSITE
If you are cold, see yourself in the sun
In the sun, see yourself in the shade
In the shade, see yourself in the light
In the light, see yourself in darkness
In darkness, see yourself brightness
In brightness, see yourself in dullness
In dullness, see yourself in brilliance
In brilliance, see yourself as ordinary
As ordinary, see yourself in the unusual
In the unusual, see yourself in common
In your commonness, see yourself as noble
As noble, see yourself as humble
As humble, see yourself as proud
As proud, see yourself as spiritless
As spiritless, see yourself as holy
As holy, see yourself
As yourself, see them
As them, see you
My original Face
If Picasso drew me
My eyes would not align
My nose would snub
My lips would find their volume
One ear would hang lower than the other
He would reduce my face
To its original form
A single unbalanced, unending line
Forehead to chin, lip to ear
An exact imperfect reflection
No amount of make-up
No Zoom-fixing my image
Would make my face more lovely
More seen and understood
Than that rolling ballpoint across white paper
If Picasso drew me
Original me would be hung in a gallery
Where others, perhaps thousands, would wonder
At the his unique simple ability
To see all of me in my face