Love Poem: Southern Born and Breed
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Written by: Alexis Bowen

Southern Born and Breed

I was born in the South, in a small hicktown.
I had to pick eggs out of the chicken coup, muck stalls and feed goats.
I was Southern born and breed. 
Half the bus got off at my stop,
We have roads like Mount Gallon and Trotters Lane as common names!
You may turn your nose up to the way I was born & breed.
But as for me, I couldn't imagine not waking up to a roasters crow every morning. 
This is the only life i know and love and of the one I'm proud of.
No, it's true I've never had cavier or flown in a private plane.
So if your gonna turn your nose up at me, just keep on walking.
You wouldn't understand, it's how i was raised, Southern born and breed.