Take a selfie of your soul

What does that look like?

If you let go of everything you’ve ever claimed to be,

what would be left? 

If you were not man, woman, 

asian, mexican or any label inscribed in your skin

from the moment you breathed air 

Who would you be then? 

What would you do?

If love were not just chemicals flooding

your heart and brain, if you were not bounded 

by this cage of flesh,

if your soul was everything you had. 

I am witness of constant barrages of selfies, 

girls pushing their lips out at cameras

as if trying to give their voice to someone else

And I wonder if they like themselves

more as frozen pictures

I wonder what they do after the flash

Or if their meaning of self-worth

is defined by the number of hearts 

on their cellphone screen. 

But a story can not be told by a cover,

they invite only eyes of judgement

People have become

instances trapped inside pictures, a now 

that has since disappeared,

stuck on the belief that a cover 

can replace the words inside it 

It can’t. 

Only the soul knows

that words don’t mean anything

if they’re spoken with a downloaded smile

That love is more than the chemicals

in your heart and brain

that the only thing you ever truly have

are the things you can’t put into pictures

So go ahead,

take a selfie of your soul

Click.