The body

A body A body is a persona? A vessel made of clay? A housing for the Spirit?   The body has no value? We cut it, shoot it through and through We feed it, pamper it Abuse it and then ask it To tell us what to do?   We clothe it, because it is SHAMEFUL Its ODORS WE DO MASK the only time it matters If for a physical task.   My body I never see I clothe it fast as can be To hide its symmetry From my eye   There is a building Not made with hands, I live in one.   I'll continue to cover and hide my body from your view But guess what? I'm learning to value my body And maybe yours too.