Southern FriedA Poem by Subterannean
southern fried prophet
Jim Crowe law God. She served hot plates of sweet potato soul and barbecued blues fatigued Negro hands cooked self evident truths in the kitchen emancipation salted and brewed over the stove. salvation was served for dinner: corn bread, mashed potatoes, deep fried chicken, pork chops, collard greens, canned yams, chitlins, and macaroni and cheese. she said it was the best damn meal below the Mason Dixon and she had the grease stains to prove it her eldest son would rush to the kitchen to grab his plate making sure to blow on it to let it simmer and he hated the bones and he'd tell her "One day Momma, you gon' have me chokin' on one of these big ol' bones". and she'd say "better that, than lynched"
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