I reckon

Riding Piggy Back through Kudzu.
Red mosquito bites spot my legs.
sometimes I think of what it's like, getting out of here.
and what the rest of the country thinks of where I live-if all ya'll see is see is segregation and civil war.
and before you buy the hazard boys and jim crow,
I hope you meet fried okra, goofy smiles,
and sweet iced tea among folks
I call friends in a place that I call home.