Art by Christian Schloe |
I Am Not This Body
Red lips, long flowing hair
They see a pretty face
But not the soul I bare
I am not this body
Dirty clothes, missing teeth
They pretend I don't exist
They can't see the soul beneath
I am not this body
Dried up limbs, wrinkled skin
Old and often forgotten
Timeless is the soul within
I am not this body
Overweight and out of breath
Lifestyle assumptions are made
They can't see the beauty and soul depth
I am not this body
This flesh, the blood and bones
A skin suit we put on like clothes
We step inside and gasp and groan
I am not this body
How could we forget what is true
We are light, color and sound
These roles we play are not me or you
I am not this body
Written October 12, 2014
By Oktobre Taylor
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