Jul 04
poem challenge: Freedom


We watch ourselves 
from the rear view mirror, 
as we drive off in a car 
packed with girls
hell bent on taste.

And we stand there 
watching the van pull out 
of the drive through,
with a map you cannot read 
nor follow.
Watching the secret virginity 
leak like gas from the exhaust,
leaving a trail behind it.
(it will not lead you nor prosper)

Something the men 
could never understand,
never take from us
and something we could never 
get back.