While places like ours wear on the nation’s nerves
We hit the hairpin curves.
We show our daughters strip-
Mined mountains, rail beds, boarded- Up UMWA buildings.
We want them to learn from what we’ve lost.
Want the confederate flag
Curtains and car decals to take
On greater meaning.
Oh how they long to vote.
They want to leave,
Go anywhere big.
They’ve learned what it is to hate.
Look at the pretty birds they say
And wave middle fingers out the car windows.
Even in their dreams they cuss
And rail No effing way.