Body Parts | Ears

Ears.

We listen with our ears
And speak with our peers
What if our ears, produced tears?
And after all of these years
The only time I see them is in a mirror.

Kind of weird they're on the side of our head
And always cover one up when we lay in our bed
With ear-buds in, we never hear what they said
If we don't listen, would we be better off dead?

I love my ears, even if they're red.
Because without them, I'd never hear Michael Scott's, "That's what she said."

Ears.

Body Parts | Hands

Hands

You're able to interact with the rest of the body, except that small spot on the back that nobody can seem to reach. You can say many things nonverbally. Things like greetings, goodbyes, how you feel, or where you're from. Every hand is unique, with an identity on the finger tips.

Without you, I wouldn't know what to do. I don't know how I would function.

Affection is shown through interlocking fingers with another person. A nonverbal action that shouts from the mountaintops feelings and emotions.

Sometimes you seem fragile though. The skin on the knuckles gets dried out. Your nails need to be cut. You're kind of high-maintenance. But I need you, so I'll keep you, because you're so special

Hands

Body Parts | Mouth

Mouth.

Lips, teeth, and tongue. That's what you're constructed out of. You let us breathe, eat, and kiss. You can form smiles and frowns, smirks and grimaces, and even have us puff out our cheeks to make a funny face.

Out of our mouth comes the voice, which holds so much power that I cannot even fathom it. Out can come sweet poetry or destructive vulgarity, something that can make or break relationships.

Remember when I chipped a tooth? That hurt. Remember when I bit the tongue almost all the way through? That shouldn't happen again. So fragile, yet so powerful. You must be used with much control.

Mouth.

Body Parts | Nose

Nose.

You come in all shapes and sizes. Everyone of you, different when lined up next to each other. Touching nose to nose can be seen as a sign of endearment or a fight is about to go down. When sickness arrives you provide an escape route for the bad stuff to go out. You provide a place where oxygen can come in, and go out. The air comes in, bringing smells along with it, smells that make us throw up in our mouth or closes our eyes so it can warm our soul.

You turn red when it gets cold.

Abuse comes to you in many forms. People stick their fingers in you, picking out goblets of who knows what. We pull out the very hair that filters the oxygen we breathe in. Some people pierce shiny things in your side, or if they're adventurous right through the middle in between the two holes.

Some people sniff things up there that should not go up there. I'm not sure why. Does it hurt when people do that? Why can't the hairs and goblets filter that out?

Nose.

Body Parts | Eyes

Eyes.

The first thing I notice about a woman. If you're allowed to stare into them long enough you can see emotion and logic wrapped up in a poetic art that you wish you could explain but words seem to lose the grasp of it. The black middle, with an infinite depth, surrounded by a multitude of colors that seem to change the more you glance at them, encompassed by a pure white, whiter than paper but still with a descriptive texture. The beauty and perfections abound many times over.

Of course, we can't take all the perfections without the imperfections. The eyes can become deceitful, causing humans to stumble, and innocence to be thrown out. Sometimes I wish for my eyes to be gouged out but then I'm reminded of the beauty of tears, and the things that words can't provide.

Eyes.