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.