Hazel Motes

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I got a soul all my own
I got my mama's Bible
King James holy words
With incense all its own:
The yellowing Scripture-thin pages

I got a body my own
I got my mama's glasses
Pince-nez hard metal
Unscratched as of yet
My key to all foreign land secrets

Mama, your glasses hurt me
They pinch hard and my eyes burn like fire
No Jesus, no holy water, no woman
No hole inside me
My spirit is cut of whole cloth
From something that grandfather lost
Where is my soul
Mama, tell me please
Where is my soul?

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