The girls are identical
filtered faces, straight cut jeans
graphic Tees, and braces
The boys are just alike
silly faces, gang bangin’
bloody hands, and catching cases
It’s time to make some life changes
But I feel at home
at your auntie’s house
and I admire my grandmother’s
Spring blouse
She wears it as my grandpa
plants flowers in her garden
One they named Fay
I wonder if I go away
will she and my father
go down to lay
I’ll miss how the clouds
still move for the
sun to shine
in the Winter just like that
Many things I love
about the South
but I hate how the South
won’t miss me back
I think it’s because
I play my alternative too loud
and my Rap too low
I ain’t got no rhythm
so, I’ll just listen to
the Blues
while dancing slow
Seems like the TV screen is
too far, too big, and too green
They want me to change the channel
pick a different movie
even turn it down
How can I
when I want to get out of this town?
The South Kicked Me Out
