Show Me Your Soul
All type of bodies are posing in front of me
All type of bodies are trying to attract me
Big bodies, round bodies, plump bodies
Rhythm-less body with no shape
Walking aimlessly around the place
I am not interested in any of them
even if they are appointed by heaven
So I held my head steadfast
And pretend not to see them
Every day I see dressed up frame
Parading up and down the street
Some of them holding a child in their hand
Showing the explosion of the next generation
The children are dressing smart and it shows that
Their parents have their interest at heart
Men and women stare curiously at me
As if I was some kind of mystery buried in the deep
They looked at me as if I was embroiled in some infidelity
They want to know what I am doing
And they want to know what keep me going
Inquisitive expressions covered their faces
And voices of antropism and tribalism
hurling around around the races
I must have seen them in the past,
When the earth was baked with snow
And the passion of the time was rocking with glow
I thought for a while and chuckle a little smile
Then went back to the official guide
I have taken from them nine out to ten
And I have beaten them seven times around the bend.
The exterior is very loud, and the interior likes to shout
What to do with them, I just cannot comprehend
I thought for a while and continue to observe from a mile
The street has suddenly become busy
Easing the horrors of poverty,
how can they be so upbeat in the perishing heat
The summer wear has disappeared
and the Christmas gears has reappeared
A new character is parading around the town
With a destiny that is outward bound
The body as is the skeleton of things
And when I rip it apart the final can start
You see I am not attracted to a person’s body
It is the person’s soul that attracts me
Who dear you to love me?
If you want to get the full view of things
You must penetrate the soul of the base
And you must make haste
When the base is torn apart there is nothing
for the soul to rely on.
If the column that holds up the base is weak
You can cut into the soul very deep
They represent states and cities and hefty councils
If you focus on the soul everyday it will lead you astray
When mutiny is rocking the base
Confusion will be felt all over the place
Pull them apart then unite again
And you will not feel ashamed
Get to the heart of the soul
and you will never grow old
Get to the heart of the soul and be bold
Integrity is reason and it is felt in all season
When there is no integrity with the base,
They will definitely lose the race
I am not attracted to your clothes,
I am only attracted to your soul
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2019
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