What's Wrong With Being... Poem by Reginald Goodridge
What's Wrong With Being...
Dear God,
I overstand
Though I
Under-esti-stood
Those people
smelled me
smirking
arrogantly
Arbitrage broken
still less
but more
headache-ness
Damn them
I fight
struggle
bubbled all night
To be dashed
hopeless
learn-ed
still fearless
For Freedom
reigns
ya'll can't subdue my hunger
pains
Nothing wrong
with being
trying
believing
I still move
feet swift
back strong
I thank God for my gift
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