No Shoes

for the way life should be in my eyes

 

No shoes please

And keep the bras

        they equal nuisance

If you want

        you can have the shirts

I’ll take the peasant dress

        & a good pair of boxers

Let’s keep the socks

 

I’ll admit it, sometimes

        clothes are confining

A suffocation to

        the beauty of flesh

 

You can have the steel buildings

        I’ll take mine

        in earth and rock

Keep those fences

        we’ll play in vines

        wild grass and faery beds

We don’t need cements paths

        woven stones

        & worked earth do the just

 

I’ll admit, sometimes

        a solid place called home

Is a suffocation to

        the beauty earth offers

 

Author's Note

Cp. 2:21PM Tue 05/06/08 �The Truth� India Arie ok, feeling flow (Written, New Word)