How The Body Works

My feet walk through the rough, rugged, & raw,

My knees get weak from the things I saw.

My ass sits next to opportunity,

My thighs tighten as I move through my community.

My back carries my family’s name,

While my hips begin to crumble doing the same.

My stomach digests the stereotype,

While my kidneys flush out the prototype.

My lungs pump success,

While my heart beats to the beat of the best.

My veins bleed victory,

So when I’m cut I will leak the best of me.

My fingers write the devil’s contract to hire me,
While my hands grasp tightly to the angle’s diary.

My lips have kissed temptation plenty,

While my tongue speaks and touches many. 

My nose smells the scent of glory,

While my ears hear the warrior’s story.

My mind dreams of my future as I lay in bed,

While my eyes see what lies ahead.

My body works non-stop from seven to seven,

While my soul rest until its time to walk with the angles in heaven.