True Or Not True
True or Not True
No one loves me baby
Cause I am dog gone mean.
I have to have my way
Or I start to shout and scream.
(NOT true!)
I am as helpless as a kitten
Or so it seems.
I wear verbal boxing mittens
Beneath blue moonbeams…
(True? Or NOT true?)
There is no time for hugging
Passion is very lean.
I am fearful of a mugging
And all things in between…
(PART True!)
No one loves me baby
I am in my safety shell.
I do not mean maybe.
It is thicker than…Oh, well.
(PART True.)
Hey. Do you poets love me?
I think I am turning green.
I am looking in the mirror.
But my face is not seen.
(WHAT?!?)
Hatred, envy… I abhor.
I am opinionated.
Heavenly ways, I adore.
Godly love anticipated.
(True.)
Who loves me, baby?
I can only say for sure.
God and Jesus love me.
They are my hope and cure.
(True.)
Okay. Okay! Okay!!!
Many love me dearly.
Both here and up above,
I feel your love near me.
(Thank you and God above.)
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 3, 2010
Inspired by Deborah Guzzi’s “Who Loves You, Baby” contest.
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