I come from mountain Folks Hillbilly trash you might say Who bore winters colder than your stare Built lives on mountain sides In cracks and crevices worked the land Bringing life from stone Whose bodies may have broken But their spirits never died So they got up again And again Three times grandma’s back broke … Continue reading Folk


the slow roll of your eyes, the tilt of your head, the sneer of my lips, judging another’s youthful enthusiasm, joy for joy’s sake, labeling her cuz you grown, you grown cuz you gots a baby, but any fool can spread her legs, and let a man in… To be really grown, Grown Your Mind, … Continue reading Grown