Phenomenal Soul Poem by Keith Sly Simpson

How easily she hides her voice behind
Smiles; all smiles and hugs.
How easily she hides her cuts behind
Confidence; all eyes and eyebrows.
Perpetual state of suspensional echt
Living;
A struggling beauty of beautiful soul,
A troubled mind of commanding thoughts.
Her dimensional spirit made of
Interim conversions like placid water.
A spoiled soil of her
Phenomenal soul with colourful countenance.
A set of innocuous eyes of noxious sadness,
Almost too perfect to behave mysteriously.
She is ordinary, is common
No doubt.
But,
She's not lived so ordinarily,
Creating phoenix out of her ashes.
No name defines her,
Yet every name is hers.
No man has tasted her,
Yet her soul is ravaged by time.
She stands for all she is
Proud. She stands for all she's been through
Defiant. Her gender is only a category,
But she's
Phenomenal
Soul.