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Louisiana


Southern thunderstorms, raw oysters, and sweet ice tea

Not many would understand the hold that Louisiana has on me

 

It was where I grew up, where I shot my first buck

Louisiana was always where I had the best luck

 

Louisiana made me what I am today

It made me say y'all instead of what others would instead normally say

 

It made me love Mardi Gras and fresh crawfish

It made me love to eat spicy dishes

 

Now I might of ended up like I am today

If I grew up anywhere else, some place maybe far away

 

But you just wouldn't understand

If I told you that I like picking cotton by hand

 

Well some of you might

But that isn't the point I'm trying to bring to light

 

Louisiana has been the state where I grew up in

Never before have I been

 

Living in another state longer than here

I never even left to move elsewhere

 

Louisiana made me a country girl through and through

It made me never question who

 

I am and I never questioned who I was at heart

For my love of southern thunderstorms and raw oysters never departed

 

Growing up in Louisiana has made me the woman I am today

The one who is not afraid to speak with a Southern accent everyday

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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hstewart2002

I am a teenage girl who lives in a small town in Louisiana, the place where I was born and raised at. I love reading and writing poems and stories. My oldest and youngest brothers have autism. I like saying y'all instead of you guys and my favorite food is crawfish. I have never been farther up south than Tennessee. I have three siblings, two older brother and a little brother, making me kinda in the middle and the only girl, which kinda sucks. I want to be either a college professor, a writer, or a teacher when I get older. I have severe OCD to the point where when I write down something I will erase the letters/words that don't look perfect to me and rewrite them again.

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