This Poem was Submitted By: lonnie hicks On Date: 2002-11-27 19:43:10 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Car Engines

Don't you remember me? Don't you remember? You told me you loved me. I lied for you,  betrayed friends for you; loved you bad and good. You,too,  vice versa. I cast down every pride  and joined you on the bad side, because I wanted to. And I liked it. I did every thing a good girl is not supposed to do. I did it with you. The taste of it still lingers, longer sometimes than you. I've had my arms outstretched and my body wracked with pains and yet, on that path I reminded. Seduced Enchanted Your voice Your eyes Your aora Your demands. It was not that you were such a man. You were. It was the woman in me I awoke from sleep. I picked my own roses and you smelled them. I picked every "not supposed to" and you took them. I put my hands into the car's engine and used a wrench. I sat with my dress askew and didn't follow convention. You were my permission, my route, my path to excess and limit testing, my experimental methodology to find who I am. We women don't "fall" for bad boys. Some of us practice being bad girls for the hell of it, with bad boys our route. Catholic girls on the loose. The path to liberation is sometimes a wrench At least it was for me.

Copyright © November 2002 lonnie hicks


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