body/soul

YOUR BODY IS EVERYTHING
your sharpest attitude, smoothest aptitude, soaring altitude
your piece of art, piece de resistance
Your rebellion, self-expression
Temple of your own religion
The way your hips move when you walk
lips moving over teeth as you talk
You’re turning heads, girl, but they ain’t looking at your body

YOUR BODY IS NOTHING
It’s a flimsy plastic bag carrying the greater prize

YOUR SOUL IS EVERYTHING
your soul is your sharp attitude
Your soaring altitude
Your aptitude for this funny thing called life
It’s your drive, jive, reasons to be alive
As many and as lovely as stars in the sky
Your dance, your walk, your words
You’re turning heads, girl