Georgia My First Love

Sweet Potato Pie, Apple of my Eye I been Missin' you so.

Didn't want the break up. Thought we'd kiss and make up.

Can I run my bare feet through your Red Clay?

Find your woods, and see the deer.

Hide behind your camouflage Green,

Pine Trees.

One of your Native Peaches,

Born in Middle Georgia,

In grandma's yard crackin yo' Pecans and pickin' yo' Sour Plums.

How can I forget those ole' coner' stows' and Sittin' outdoze' on the porch.

Hey Dare'

What cha Know Good?

How You Been Baby?

I know you New Age Now. Too sophisticated for me.

In you my seed was planted, a fact not taken lightly or for granted.

You sho' nuff' watered me every Spring.

Sometime' I listen real hard, and the sound of them crackly' Bright Fall leaves ricochet in my head.

Chile' I get tickled pink, when I think, of the good times we had.

The relationship ended cause' you changed. Some of your southern hospitality up and disappeared. You withdrew, grew and wasn't what I knew.

We so far away from one another.

You wit' me tho', when I open my Mouth.

Accent so strong, folks know I'm from the Dirty South.

My Bloodline runs deep into your Soil.

The Blue- Black Slaves that broke they back buildin' you. I know some folk' forget.

The Native Americans who lost they place.

The White Folks I never knew,

The Great, Great, Greats and all my cousins and such.

The Cream, Brown, Yellow, Red all the colors that Breeded,

All the life you feeded, and still prosperin' on yo' land.

I'm still part of your harvested Fruit Orchards,

Collard Green Juice still in my Veins,

We ain't together, But I want you to know,

Georgia, I Love Ya, So.