Georgia Skies

For me to cry under Georgia skies

like Scarlett or like Margaret

I’d have be alone, divorced,

with a profound fear of money.

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Am I what happens to a girl

who used to be crazy but woke up early

and saw she caught her man,

the great and kind protector?

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Why am I so disappointed

to wake up a Melly

when I deserve to be respected?

When I’m powerful, and happy?

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For me to cry under Georgia skies

and hold faith in the dirt in my fist

I’d need to renounce my faith in the world

and I couldn’t. Not with him.

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This short poem was written as part of the ‘Alphabet Superset‘ programme: it is quick work and is unedited.