In Truth

In Truth
By Mckeithan Owens


If God loves me why do I feel so empty?
And if I have His protection then the Devil should not be able to tempt me.
Is my destiny drawing me to the corner where the pimps be?
Am I truly a deadbeat, a grown man that just wont face reality or is my self esteem so low that I’ll go anywhere the wind blows?
Trying to turn crows into housewives when I am not even Christ-like.
Tossing and turning all night so I get up and began to write.
My insight without a guiding light thus I still manage to shine bright.
And fly high as a kite.
I thank God for giving me the excellent ability to have my way with vocabulary because if not I would be my own worst adversary.
I carry a burden so nifty, witty, gritty…

Where do I belong?