Roots deep in Virginia clay
Red, iron rich
North Carolina towns of tobacco and cotton
Land where my ancestors roamed
Gone with decay, sprawl and time

Places once sacred now lost to harbors of silt
My bones carry my creation, my myths
Confederates and slaves merging
One lineage, of one line 
Their ghosts live were I live

Held in place by memories
Of trees and creeks

Every morning the same
The cat
The dog

Both thinking
"I'm ready"
"Why not you?"
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Every morning the same
I tell them
"Some of us don't have built-in clothes"