Black-eyed Peas and Mustard Greens (a poem)

Hey Steemians,
Before I moved to the borderlands, I grew up in North Georgia (cue dueling banjos). I don’t hold a lot of things from that period of my life dear, just the trees, and the things my grandmother taught me to cook. I wrote this a while back, in honor of the woman I’ve become.

Black-eyed Peas and Mustard Greens

Just a southern belle
All grown up
Yeah, it’s true,
She had it kind of rough.
She’s reach that point
Where she’s had enough.
She carries on through
Holding onto a bag of dreams,
But she brings forward tradition too
Like black eyed peas and mustard greens.
Just a southern belle,
But she sure as hell grew.
Just a southern belle,
But not the one you thought you knew.

By Abrigella
Photo is of me.