to the bone

dust yr feet off, clear the earth

time to see yr woven worth

yr harried mind and fragile hands

lead me to misunderstand:

i am the pell i am the grant

i am the tree, the hole, the ant

i am the moon, the sun, the stars

i am the earth, venus, mars

i am the words, the pen, the ink

i am the plate, the kitchen sink

i am my nails, my dirty nails

i am the bugs, the slugs the snails

i am the ground, the dirt, the clay

i am a child’s grin, dismay

i am the mother and the dad

make me good for i am bad