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    I am Soul
    I am Soul
    I am Soul
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    I am Soul

    By Yecheilyah Ysrayl

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    I am Soul is a short collection of poetry and prose from Yecheilyah covering Black History, Faith, Love and all things Soul.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherYecheilyah Ysrayl
    Release dateDec 22, 2017
    ISBN9781981791484
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      I am Soul - Yecheilyah Ysrayl

      Literary Korner Publishing

      I AM SOUL

      Copyright © 2017 by Literary Korner Publishing.

      All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America.

      This book is licensed for your personal use only. This book may not be given away to other people. Thank you for respecting the author’s time and work.

      No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For permission contact :

      Yecheilyah Ysrayl

      943 East Lake Landing

      Marietta, GA 30062

      yecheilyah@yecheilyahysrayl.com

      http://www.yecheilyahysrayl.com

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      First Edition: December,  2017

      I AM SOUL

      An Introduction

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      I AM SOUL is my fourth collection of poetry. It came about as a product of poems I have already published to my blog and wrote in my notebooks over the course of three years. People have always said that I have an old soul and so, these poems focus on all things deeply personal. These poems are all things soul.

      I AM

      SOUL

      HER SKIN

      She has heard for too long now

      that her pores bleed the color of slave ships,

      That chains have been seen in her smile,

      That her skin shines like a beacon of shame,

      sprinkled amidst Mississippi cotton fields.

      Sometimes

      her beauty sticks out

      like the moon against the pitch-black sky,

      They notice her

      and still—

      She is only pretty for a dark-skinned girl.

      Who does she think she is,

      being darker than a brown paper bag?

      The truth is that she is the color of the Goddesses.

      A dark chocolate kiss

      neatly wrapped in silk,

      I want to touch her face

      just to see if it’s real,

      just to see if it’ll melt

      underneath my fingertips.

      Instead

      I’ll keep my hands to myself.

      I don’t want to be the stone

      responsible for the wrinkles in her skin.

      This delicate rose petal of a woman,

      reborn in the spring.

      I don’t want my touch

      to taint her beauty,

      Where not even the bite of winter

      dares to diminish

      her light.

      THOSE WHO LOVE

      It’s their presence alone

      that lifts the floor

      commanding the clouds to unclench their fist.

      Love wraps its garment around

      their bodies

      like insane prisoners to compassion,

      confined and restricted

      to the affection that binds them.

      Stitched and knitted

      like a fresh garment,

      like fresh skin

      to the beautiful body of genuine,

      Call them

      the mentally insane

      ‘cause they’ve got to be crazy

      to be binding themselves

      like this.

      SUGAR-COATED AND SPRINGTIME

      They get tired of hearing it.

      Ain’t nobody got to say it,

      I know that they get tired.

      Tired of these distractions in brown-colored skin

      waking up from valley’s

      with muscles and tendons

      all conscious-like.

      Uncovering the blood in the American Flag—

      Tired, tethered, and intoxicated

      with his story.

      Unraveling the color of bigotry on a beautiful glass,

      Smeared fingerprints and fallen

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