Who Am I Poem by Caleb Tukahiirwa

Who am I or what am i,
Is it the flesh I touch and see?
Or the soul they tell me about.
By my flesh am said cute at sight
Though in his image, the soul, i am
This that makes me soul and flesh
Which I cannot be, am just one,
So who am I?

The preacher said to us;
Brethren, you are dirty with sin
Maybe he meant me, the soul,
That day I accepted his cleansing,
So I was now clean i thought.

Then at a beauty contest i went
O ne doctor stood up, Ladies, Gentlemen,
You are your body, keep it clean
So that made me still dirty
I had to take that bath too
What am I please?

When my friend died
You said he had found peace,
With his father above he was now
But then we still had to cry at the body
As you said, ‘lets lay him to rest’
Please, who of the two was he?