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I Am What I Am

Take me for who and what I am

I can be nothing more or less

I am me and that is all

I know how to be

I refuse to apologize for that

 

Being the daughter of a

strong Southern Woman

I cannot do less than she

did or expected of me

Therefore, I will not

bend to your will

And…

I will not allow you

to continue to intimidate

me with your actions and words

 

I am a proud GRIT

Girl Raised in the South

and will never be what

you are trying to make me be …

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Garrett’s Sweet

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Garrett’s Sweet

When I was a child

Genteel Southern ladies

did not smoke…

They dipped Garrett’s

Sweet Snuff

 

My aunt in South Alabama

and our family friend in

Texas both dipped

Each had their own method

My aunt used a sweet gum twig

she called a ‘toothbrush’

And…

our friend put a tiny pinch

in her cheek

 

As a child I found this

fascinating

But…

Never wanted to try it…

seemed way too

messy to me…

 

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Southern Music

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Southern Music

The true music
of the South
isn’t banjo pickin’
or
guitar strummin’
 
The real Southern
music is the lilting
drawl of words
only the practiced
tongue of genteel
Southern
men and women
can produce
 
Words that remind
you of slow summer
days…
Bees buzzing
Warm honey
and cold sweet tea
 
One syllable words
stretched to three…
sometimes four —
for greater
Emphasis
 
With clipped
vowels and
consonants that
make a simple
“right here” become
“rit chere”
and “over here” 
sounds like
“ova heua”
 
An authentic Southern
accent is not “red-neck”
not “uneducated” but
a cultivated part of
their culture
 
A Culture that takes
me back to my roots…
Reminding me of 
my Dad…
his brothers and sisters…
my cousins…
All long gone
 
Their voices…
their words…
their real Southern
Drawl is preserved
in the muscle memory
of my Mind 
And …
my Tongue
 
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
 
*This poem was inspired while watching a segment of Trisha’s Southern Cooking on the Food Network when one of her uncles from Georgia was there frying catfish.  His voice so reminded me of my father that it brought tears to my eyes and I longed to hear the voices of those no longer with me.

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