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.