Southern respectA Poem by ronSouthern
respect
This
is how I was raised… even
though I was raised in Southern California.
Walk
down one mile or fifteen miles, it
don’t matter, as
long as you get there.
Neighbors
always willing to help you out, and
you help them out, that’s
the way the south is.
Help
is all we got with each other.
I
know this might be a foreign concept to most, but
baby it’s what gets us all by.
So
take your fast cars and tricked out trucks and fancy houses, but
ask yourself… what
would you do for a neighbor that seems like a stranger?
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Added on July 11, 2015 Last Updated on July 11, 2015 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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