Real Me

This is a short poem I wrote. Tell me what you think????? It's a rough draft!!!! Truth be told, I really don’t want to know It hurts too much to see, The indignation of humanity Is it right to condemn? Or are we worse than them? We treat people in a hateful tone You know God can see us from His throne There is no way to hide our wicked ways Maybe we will be the ones set ablaze. We call each other brother and sisters Oh, and we say that we love our ministers. The minute we get home we are not the same We are only Christians merely by name. Our demeanor changes as we get back to our home. Where no one sees us and we are alone Now. we can be whoever we want to be Where no one is listening or seeing the real me. Only God!!!!

Eon

I love to write about my life, my family, and my Christian values. We struggled growing up but our parents always found a way to provide us with what we needed. We grew up laborers, working in the fields in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Texas. My 8...

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