My Body, My Soul

My body is smiling

But my soul is dieing

Too many lies have been thrown at it

My body is walking

But my soul is weak

It can't move because too many people is stepping on my feet

My body is free

But society locked my soul in a cage

And I can't break free

I want to get away from me

My body is relaxing

But my soul is constantly fighting with name callings, threats, and embarassment

My soul is not at ease

My body is standing

But my soul is kneeling, crying to God for help

My body has friends

But my soul is by herself

My body is overshadowing my pain

And no one will ever see my inner stains

 

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