*(Gulf Coast Of Mississippi, 2016)
(“Yeah, dere’s gators in dem waters!”)
“Gur-r-rl!” Why you walkin’ in this weather?”
“You need a ride?”
It could be raining, cold or hot.
It’s that good old, “Southern Hospitality.”
Yes, Ma’am’s, No Ma’am’s, Yes, Sirs, No Sirs,
Coupled with Good Mornings & Good Afternoons.
Greetings, worn as badges of respect,
Followed by smiles as wide as the Coast itself.
Lost communications from former connections,
Seem so far behind me.
Caressed by smiles that reach the eyes and compliment the Soul…
Yeah, it’s that good old, “Southern Hospitality.”
*Inspired by time (1 Year) spent on the Gulf Coast Of Mississippi. I met some amazing people & had some wonderful experiences. There were dark times as well, but in life, we all have to weather out a storm or two. While in Mississippi, I came across a few negative individuals (that’s anywhere you go), but the number of positive ones? WERE PHENOMENAL! I thank the people and friends in Mississippi that helped my family & I when we needed it. You all showed me some real love.
This poem was actually inspired when I was walking and got caught in the rain. Now for those of you who are familiar with the South, you know those roads are forever long, lol! I got wet but had no choice but to walk. So, I did. A few cars honked, slowed down, and offered me a ride. But I’m from Brooklyn, NY…We don’t accept rides from strangers, lol! 5 minutes into my walk, thunder roared and it poured, lol! This white van kept trailing me. Finally, I stopped & became confrontational. Again, I’m from NY, lol! The driver pulled up beside me, rolled down the window, and it was an elderly woman. She had the most beautiful Black skin and white hair. She begged me to get in. I liked her vibes, so I did.
We had an interesting conversation. She told me about a recent lynching in Mississippi. I never heard about it, so I was shocked. She chuckled and asked me if I didn’t know that Slavery wasn’t abolished in Mississippi until 2013? My jaw hit the floor. It was frickin’ 2016! She said, “Go on that Google. You’ll find it” (I did and my eyes rolled – I wrote a poem about it “2013 Equals 148 Years”). I chatted with Mother and listened to her wisdom and experiences. She took me to my front door and honked her horn as she drove away.
People offered me rides, they offered me food, clothes, every and anything they had to assist me in being comfortable and happy. That’s that Love.
That’s, “Southern Hospitality.”
© Maxwanette A Poetess (a.k.a. M.A.M.), All Rights Reserved.