a car has an engine
a person has a heart
so do me a favor,
don't treat it like a broke part,
or a rusty go cart.

it's here in my pure body for a reason
but i only use it for the giving season
what's love?
i refuse it.
yeah, i'll starve.
but be glad i won't carve
what's not meant to be on my body

wholesome
a woman, not me.
i have that kid in me.
it won't leave

no where, no where
do you see?
what has happened to me?
i don't either.
it's a matter of time before someone will
or will i peel,
the love off of me?

that's a thought
i can only tell
i've seen it

so do me a favor,
don't treat it like a broken part
because it's my heart
my wholesome pure heart.