' To Be Holy-Clean... ' Poem by MoonBee Canady

I Bathed My Body
Perfumed My Soul
Body and Soul – All Aglow

I Washed My Mind
Prepared My Heart
Made Grime and Crime Depart

… I’m As Pure, As An Impure-Girl Can Be
I’m Clean, As Far As The Eye Can See
But I’m Stuck, In The Soil Of Humanity
And You Said, What’s Yours, Must Be Holy …

I’ve Swept Away Dirty
Dust, Won’t Settle On Me
Mopped and Polished My Humility

No (Lye) -Soap, But Suds
I, Tin-Washboard-Rubbed
My Sins, Clorox-Soaked and Scrubbed

… Tonight, It’s Time For Another Bath
Smog, Plus Fog-Sweat, Well … Do The Math
Daily, My Fault, Ain’t Far From My Path
Tub-Baptized, ‘Cause Stink, Only Raises Wrath …

I, Talcum-Powder, Self-Inflicted-Bruises
Massage Away, Comfort-Zone-Excuses
and Rest On Silk Sheets: No Abuses, Nor Wild-Deuces …

Lotion On Sand-Grain, Pained-Shoulder
Put Soothing Aloe-Oil, Yet Stain Spilt-Over
‘ Son Of Man ’, Came and Used Stain-Remover

… My Window-Sights, Clear For Clarity
My Hair and Hands, Shining-Sanitary-Vanity)
When Vacuumed, I’m Spotless, Not Bare-Empty
I’m Hygienic, Jasmine-Scented, Please Remain In Me

I’m As Pure, As An Impure-Girl Can Be
I’m Clean, As Far As The Eye Can See
But I’m Stuck, In The Soil Of Humanity
(My Spirit Is Willing … But My Flesh Is Weak)
And You Said, What’s Yours, Must Be Holy …