Kingsley Olaleye Reuben


I Am A Poem


I am a poem. God wrote me. Many will have an interpretation of me But I am what I was
Written to be, nothing less, nothing more. Some say I am a tragedy, While others call me an
Epic. Some say I am an elegy, while others call me an ode and others Still, a sonnet. Many
Have their interpretations some are close, some are completely wrong But only God knows
Exactly what I am and who I am because he wrote me, he knows me Better than I understand
Myself, themes, literary devices and all. I have only just learnt Not to believe the
Interpretations people have of my being for they did not write, nor Can they rewrite me or my
Purpose. I refuse to accept people's interpretation of me because I Am what God wrote me to
Be- a great poem and nothing less. I am a great poem and God is my Author.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 23, 2013

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