' To Be Holy-Clean ... '
I Bathed My Body
Perfumed My Soul
Body and Soul – All Aglow
I Washed My Mind
Prepared My Heart
Made Grime and Crime Depart
… I’m As Pure, As An Impure-Girl Can Be
I’m Clean, As Far As The Eye Can See
But I’m Stuck, In The Soil Of Humanity
And You Said, What’s Yours, Must Be Holy …
I’ve Swept Away Dirty
Dust, Won’t Settle On Me
Mopped and Polished My Humility
No (Lye)-Soap, But Suds
I, Tin-Washboard-Rubbed
My Sins, Clorox-Soaked and Scrubbed
… Tonight, It’s Time For Another Bath
Smog, Plus Fog-Sweat, Well … Do The Math
Daily, My Fault, Ain’t Far From My Path
Tub-Baptized, ‘Cause Stink, Only Raises Wrath …
I, Talcum-Powder, Self-Inflicted-Bruises
Massage Away, Comfort-Zone-Excuses
and Rest On Silk Sheets: No Abuses, Nor Wild-Deuces …
Lotion On Sand-Grain, Pained-Shoulder
Put Soothing Aloe-Oil, Yet Stain Spilt-Over
‘ Son Of Man ’, Came and Used Stain-Remover
… My Window-Sights, Clear For Clarity
My Hair and Hands, Shining-Sanitary-Vanity)
When Vacuumed, I’m Spotless, Not Bare-Empty
I’m Hygienic, Jasmine-Scented, Please Remain In Me
I’m As Pure, As An Impure-Girl Can Be
I’m Clean, As Far As The Eye Can See
But I’m Stuck, In The Soil Of Humanity
(My Spirit Is Willing … But My Flesh Is Weak)
And You Said, What’s Yours, Must Be Holy …
Copyright © Moonbee Canady | Year Posted 2009
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