Not a lot in Mississippi.
Fields and fields of cotton...
Trees here and there:
Blanketed in magnolias.
Our state flower.
People f*** it all up.
These Monsters spill life's cup.
I need nicotine to own this scene.
I am lost in living... I am lost in mind.
Big, great blue shines bluer than blue;
Cotton stains the blue.
Like cotton pains my World.
I never wanted Mississippi?
...no...
I've never wanted Mississippi...
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-never-wanted-mississippi/
