My South

My south is my Grandma
And the very essence of her love
Knowing that her kindness
Is her blessing from the lord above

My south is Easter Sunday
And marshmallow stuck on your face
You could be the only white in church
But you know that this is your place

My south is ice cold sweet tea
Mixed in with grandma’s slow cooked meat
Then you sleep afterwards
Wherever you put up your feet

My south is love
From everyone around you
They refresh your soul
So you feel brand new

My south is humid summer nights
Sitting with family on the porch
That homemade lemonade
Glistening in the light of a fire torch

My south is no social class
But fame is just the public eye
Everyone’s known
And the only stars are in the sky

My south is homemade ice cream
And it’s sweeter when it’s made with snow
But the slim chance of white flakes
Makes it sweeter than you’ll ever know

My south is my palace
My palace is what im all about
Im Cody B.
And this is my south