I Reckon

Riding Piggy Back through Kudzu. Red mosquito bites spot my legs. sometimes I think of what it's like, getting out of here. and what the rest of the country thinks of where I live-if all ya'll see is see is segregation and civil war. and before you buy the hazard boys and jim crow, I hope you meet fried okra, goofy smiles, and sweet iced tea among folks I call friends in a place that I call home