She's Looking For A Change

The dirty South gets drunk on nights.

Are we only made of sweet tea, shoot outs,

and bar fights?

 

She slumps to the ground and

hits the side of the old juke box -

it died in '97, along with her big brother, and she whispers

 

I can still change the world.

 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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