the rental of this flesh is just an art a barricading border protection of the soul constructed from dirt He use the most beautiful shade of brown painting the most beautiful eyes I have yet to see the smoothest skin I am blessed to feel every day filled with 24 hours His measurements are exact completely perfected in a way the sown wool placed on the crown displays the royalty intended captivating to the eyes intrigued leaving each tongue breathless certain hearts offended But this is only flesh the nose that they see the frame that is mesmerizing the soft voice that steals your ears the smile that everyone seems to love still is not Me. it is only what He blesses you to see I AM the divine vitals that manifests my blessings my soul only the favored feels I am not the black girl with big hair I AM God's child with a testimony A Story to share from ear to ear that has felt the loneliness difficult to shake off. Yet, completely possible
He gives this poet the words to speak
What you see still, is not me. It is an art sculptured by God to show how Incredible He IS in one of the most simplest forms.