Reginald Goodridge Poems

Please don't bury me
let my body burn
allow my carbon, electrons
free
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Because its a burning sensation
hot and raw, unabated
inflammatory with angry overtures
insatiable urges can't be satiated
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[smile]

back to back
khalouha
...

They judged her with anger.
Spat on her humanity.
Called her vulgar things.
Questioned her sanity.
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It must be all that idle youth
with testosterone and estrogen booths
exstacy for exscape
excuses for rape
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Little one
with imagination
sagging pants
tripwires for laces
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That question comes up so often
From parents seeking grandchildren
Perspective lovers wanting commitment
Companies seeking long term employees
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They explain the most beautiful lies
corrupt our senses with emotion
where else in reality could wanting be so sweet
marketing young girls, fast cars, delicous foods
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And what a good day it was
I exercised my brain and will
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All around and under our noses
they linger
up and down the pavement
dirty fingers
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