by Victor Oyewole
I keep asking myself, Will He be proud of me? Seemingly, it seems—a facade; As my axe rams in the wood. I know I'm just a kvetcher, But He styles me divine, O lover. Do you know I act as a cur, But softly, He says I'm a victor. "Please, tell who I am" He says "You're just who I am. You're powerful than you're, You're beautiful than you're, With me, we stand in glory." On my knees, I cry out In my distress, I sing "If it has not been for the Lord, What would have been my song?"
Victor Oyewole is a Nigerian poet and writer. He has his works published on Spillwords, Poemify, League of Poets, Bironote and many others. He believes writing is a tool for a transformation and he loves to read books.