Jeep - Portrait

"Today, we're doing self-portraits. But I want you to paint your SOUL!"

Raising a power fist, the painting instructor surveys her students.
Paint your soul, she says, and this old foxy lady clearly knows all about soul.

She is one bas-ass headscarf-wearin funky fresh old school soul SISTA.

This is a woman with black velvet paintings of afro ladies in her living room.

One student in particular looks Mighty Pleased with herself.
As she pours her soul out onto the canvas,
the wise instructor comes around to have a look.

"Oh," she says, "Now THAT's what I'm talkin 'bout,"
as if giving the definitive answer to Arnold Drummond's oft-repeated query.

So what did the girl paint? A f**king Jeep.

A giant ass SUV. That's her soul.

A corporate symbol. That's HER SOUL!

A posession. Something she owns. Is her SOUL!

And the old bitch bought it!
"Yeah, girl, that's yo soul right there. Yo Soul is a Jeep."

Shoot me! What the frickety frack is THAT?


"Paint ya SOUL!"