We first met on a golden night <br />As the moon radiated love light <br />On the dock of the bay. <br />Somewhere between the real deal and an illusion <br />We lay unapologetically <br />Stroking each others lack of responsibility. <br /> <br />'I want to be a poet,' <br />She said looking over the mountain, <br />'I want to be a hippy,' <br />She said checking out me natty dread, <br />'I want to be political,' <br />She whispered as she admired my scars, <br />'I may not look it, but I'm really oppressed,' <br />She said smiling, <br />Handing me her welfare book. <br /> <br />The sea lassoed the shore <br />Time and night hovered towards daylight <br />And bellyfilled foxes sniffed their way home. <br />She put the blanket over her head <br />Farted, and fell asleep. <br /> <br />The next time I saw her <br />She was trying to find The Goddess of Plenty, <br />Desperately seeking the freeway <br />And after me money. <br />'It's different for women,' she said <br />'We can use men for their bodies <br />Men do it to us all the time.' <br />The next time I saw her <br />She ran over me with her wheelchair.<br /><br />Benjamin Zephaniah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ride/
