I remember when I left; I was a sweet, naïve thing…
Not really sweet, somewhat corrupted,
Hadn’t been anywhere for real, thought I knew something, until I left.
I arrived as foreign and out of place, as my nose planted on a white woman’s face
Scared, smart, and ready for whatever…
attitudinal and such
I became secure and endured the common
Excelled in the rat race, saved face and
I remember the day I left…thought
I knew something
The swaying of bluegrass held
more than I’d anticipated
Love, excitement, happiness,
anger and extreme hatred
Out-of-pocket, lost change, and
loose rap has been a constant dish
Topped off with oblivion,
clueless-ness and southern hospitality.
I’ve been trampled on and have sampled all possible, yet I conquered all.
Now, I remember the moment it was time to go
© Keisha J Jones 2007
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