July 2, 2011


Tuesday morning, in the fields.

Picking cotton and peas.

The sun shines down on our backs, leaving brown skin.

We go back inside where you begin to teach me how to shell corn.

Those days were long, when I was a young girl,

and now since I'm grown, I understand.

You taught me everything, and now I miss the past.

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