This ones a lot longer and there are few lines that I'm still not totally happy with, but overall I like the effect I hope you enjoy it too.
I walk down the streets of Boston, DC, NYC what do you think the natives think when they see me.
I know what they’re thinking its written all over their face. “White country girl don’t know shit about nothing.”
Well I beg to differ as a country girl I know a lot about shit. I know that when it comes right down to it horse shit smells the worst and that I’d rather shovel cow shit then walk that god damn sheep because she is one stubborn motherfucker!
I know the difference between a Hereford and a Holstein.
One’s brown with white spots and one’s white with black spots, but when it comes right down to it, they’re still both just ground beef.
That’s one reason why I don’t judge by skin tone, because I think all people are equally out of their god damned minds.
Why do we fight about everything? Why should we fight about anything? I know what you’re thinking, “White country girl don’t know shit about nothing.”
Wrong like maple syrup at the start, its just clear sap deceiving in its water like clarity till you boil it down to a rich honey color everyone can enjoy, but its not about the color its about the flavor. My grandfather never judged a batch of syrup by its color but by its taste.
And I know if you tasted me your tongue would be in for one wild ride.
Cause I can speak in flawless English pros
I am descendant from TWO wild irish roses
My native heritage gave me my soul when the American Revolution broke out my father’s family said “To Canada we roll.”
They came back and now somehow we’re French My Dutch Grandmother hopped on the Mayflower because she couldn’t stand the Church of England’s stench.
To top it off both my grandfather claim to love scotch but according to history I better stand watch because if history continues today then my very existence would be on the rocks.
My heritage put all these pieces in place My upbringing was the torch that welded them all together and made this ace.
Military father Country mother
Responsibility and Discipline were two things I quickly discovered.
Responsibility like watch out for your sisters, your cousins, your friends because they may be the only ones you’ve got.
Discipline like if you disrespect your elders you will get popped.
Responsibility like your civic responsibility.
Discipline like you will not do anything until your chores are done and your room is clean.
Responsibility like honesty is always the best policy even if the truth hurts.
Discipline like sit your ass down and do ALL your homework because you are not going to make the mistakes your formers made.
And I thank the Gods everyday for those lessons because they allowed me to break away from every institution that crippled my family for generations. Institutions like the ones that left my grandmothers, my great grandmother’s, and my great great grandmother’s and even in some cases my own mother’s generations in the dark about a woman’s place.
Contrary to popular belief. It is not in the kitchen. I can now question authority with greater alacrity then they ever could.
Institutions like the ones that created political partisanship. I now know that being a patriot isn’t just blindly following one party. Democrat Republican, Fuck That. My political persuasion is American. One country united to question, criticize, analyze and otherwise motivate our government until they get their heads out of their collective ass and see the light! Institutions like the one that said “Country girls don’t know shit about nothing!” Because I hit those books because I made these choices and learned the lessons I was taught, learned my history, learned my tragedy, learned my morals learned my reality.
I still protect my family, I still respect my parents, I still get my chores done and I still believe that honesty is the best policy even when it hurts. I’ve even learned to make my own mistakes, but now this country girl has taught you about shit and I hope YOU learned something.
This is what happens when Holly watches way too much Def Poetry Jam. She gets ideas.
Warning this poem kind of ran away with itself.
Is this what it comes down to?
Nothing in my fridge but lime juice and an old jar of pineapple cheese...
What luck! ...The laundry room is full again and now there's no breeze...
I don't own a pair of sunglasses becaues I want to greet the world with eyes wide open
To see the violence and the injustice for WHAT IT IS
For the world to see me as I am...tired...
old before my time
wise while weak
brave enough to face a world that set me up to fail!?
To see the light unobscured by shadows.
But I don't fear the dark
Because I know what hides in the dark.
Our future... Wonders the world will never admit to seeing...
But I refuse to hide in it!
Even when they tell me my future's so bright...I gotta wear shades...
It's a future I fear I will never have.
I've got all the time in the world but no time at all
Oh! To sit in the shade of the mighty tree of god forever...
But I forget...I CHOSE a Religion where my gods only guide me, never hide me, never JUDGE me. My gods won't love me more because I kill an infidel...
I AM THE INFIDEL!
A young, intelligent, creative, beautiful blessed woman who doesn't have enough money to put anything in the refrigerator but lime juice and an old jar of some pineapple GODS DAMNED cheese! ...
Is this what it's come down to?
Be all you can be, be whatever you want to be, never stop following your dreams!...
Till your in an empty room, so bright...
You can't hide in nonexistant shadows. You can't blindly run towards your future because under the harshness of the light you don't seem to have one...
Is this what it comes down to?
Sounds better read outloud.
What you think?
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