My EYES? Singular, unique to me, so I can only assess my own version of reality.
My actions, my OWN, so you can push, pull, FORCE…but I in ANY situation, it is I who CHOSES to move. Again, regardless of the circumstance. Over-stand this.
My VOICE? DEEP…are the words…INSPIRATIONAL is the measure of diction. The WEAK are given strength, the IGNORANT are educated just a little more….the STRONG are assured that they are NOT alone.
If my voice and my words are my legacy, Do NOT edit ME. LET THE WORDS BE SAID.
My HEART…beats…to its own rhythm. It scares me at times. Just when I am used to it, it switches…from slow to fast….fast to slow….my heart….my love…it TOUCHES me, it TEASES me….my heart….I LOVE. (N & M)
My HANDS….are fast, fast to touch, to take….always willing and able to get some dirt in their nails. Unlike many, when I wash MY hands, they look clean to me. My hands have no blood on them…my hands have never begged…my hands owe no one any money or payment of any kind….my hands are unshackled…they are free. When I touch, others feel me….when I pray….clasping my hands together….I feel MYSELF. I Hum to my energy….I feel my pulse….the movement and energy of my own blood. When I touch myself, I feel life…and thus I thank god for another day.
My EARS…oh god…I miss how they used to hear so much…now they hear even less. I’ve abused them by listening to so much NOISE throughout the years. Now I am more selective, instead of noise, I listen to what moves me to another level of thought…no longer do I listen to what simply gets me to the next moment. Suffice to say, I used to hear, I used to listen…now I become ONE with the energy of sound that bathes me.
Now I become one with things higher than myself.
My hearing is refined…and so too is my understanding.
My FEET look good, considering the miles I’ve put on them. A blessing no doubt. I’ve always been one to walk instead of run. The best way to learn where you are is by walking….driving is too fast…walking allows me to feel the ground under my feet.
To the heat of beaches, the pavement of the city….even the paths of sorrow and despair…my feet move. God thank you for my feet.
My BODY as a whole, is not what it was, I heal slower, there are more aches and pains….the infirmities we are cursed with since spitting in the face of god. These same pains allow me to appreciate the pleasure of relaxation. So I relax whenever possible. I love my body, I have taken care of it and gambled with it on many a day…used it to attract and pleasure many a woman….used it to complete many a task…used it to whip many an ass.
What can I say? I’m a natural.
Born to be a unique somebody.
In a world of uniformity, I pride myself on being an anomaly.
A unique somebody.