Land of the Grand Ole Dixie
a tall glass of sweet iced tea
hot bowls of gumbo with a dab of hot sauce
and don’t forget a yes ma’am here
and a no ma’am there.
the land where the sun blisters your back
and the salt from the gulf reeks
in your nose and
the seafood is just too good to be true.
So much pride to be a Southern Belle
a Mississippi Gal
yet bearing the haunting images of your ancestors being
beaten, worked, and raped
on this same, glorious soil.
to be a southern belle
is to know your heritage and to take pride
in it anyway.
As I sit beside the bayou
salty winds whipping my face
I can’t help but picture my beautiful ancestors
bent beside the bayou
salty winds whipping their faces
as they prayed to the Lord God,
for better days.