barbecue plate

Yes, I’m Southern


Yes, I’m Southern
I like my tea syrupy sweet
and my chicken fried between a biscuit
Don’t have chicken?
Well drizzle a little sausage gravy on top
barbecue plateAnd don’t forget my side of grits

Oh Yes, I’m Southern!
Where groups of people are simply y’all,
Ma’ will pop you for gettin’ ‘side yo self
And things are put up, not away
Good mornings, Yes Sir and No Ma’am All necessities
But shoes- not so much

No, trust me I’m sho nuff southern
By way of North Cack
Where every occasion calls for a fish fry
And barbecue is an menu option at cookouts
Served slapped ‘tween bread and topped wit slaw
Taters and Hushpuppies a must

Don’t believe I’m Southern?
Well don’t make me reach in my pocketbook
Better ask ya mamma and ’em
Cuz I bet cha we all some kin
And if not,
Well bless your little heart…

Yep, I’m southern

Now Faith

30 Day Poetry Challenge, Poetry

30 Day Poetry Challenge, Day 7: Take the words from your last Facebook Status and arrange it into a poem

Regardless of my conditon, In spite of my situation, Jesus. I’ll stand until you come for me!

Faith is a unique thing

It allows me to believe

In a higher being, Jesus

Regardless of not seeing him


My faith is always tested

When situations come to depress me

But I deal with my condtion

By saying I’ll stand


Until my days end

In spite of how I feel

I’ll keep doing his will

Forever I’ll stand

The Poem I’d Never write

30 Day Poetry Challenge, Poetry

30 Day Poetry Challenge, Day 6: Title your page “The Poem I’d never write,” and go from there.

Beneath me earth’s hard bed contours my back
I gaze upward
My sky crisscrosses with leaves and branches
The wind lightly stroke my face
And moderately chills my bare skin
Ducks wander close, to quack a hello
My eyes close and the birds sing a soothing melody
My heart calms
Pen in hand, my breaths become long and heavy
Thoughts provoke me with every chest rise and fall
But they never go to paper
Because they’re the words I’d never write.

10 Years from Now

30 Day Poetry Challenge, Poetry

30 Day Poetry Challenge, Day 5: Write a rap about the world in 10 years.


10 years from now
I hope the world realizes its mistakes
And no more innocent people will the grim reaper take
Due to hate crimes and war
I hope we come together to save the poor
And educate our kids
Not just with math, literacy and science
But teach them to be well rounded giants
I hope the government is really for the people, by the people
Like our forefathers envisioned
But most of all
When my book falls open to 2022
I hope that history reveals
That all we need to be surreal
Is to give, and let love spill.