Katia, you are " Taylor " made for swift covers.... Louisiana !!! ( After The song " Florida " By Taylor Swift....) everytime i go home it no longer feels like home tho tears fall like tears on your guitar, plentiful like crawfish and i see Mama walking around the indoor track in her rock garden like a mouse trapped in a maze i am amazed love still leads me back to this place, love still reminds me of a face and god is something i embrace because there is nothing else left Coach Harris once told me in 10th Grade, " You can love white people, you can trust them but always remember, they are still white." But B.L.M. turns my stomach like MAGA and when I lived in Louisiana white folks would give me a ride before black folks would I remember when I went back home in 2006, after being away for 8 years, picking up my 3 year old first cousin removed, who shared your name, You had your first hit then And Black Girls are now " Swifties," Because R and B has become a dinousaur Kendrick Lamar Assassinated Drake with His lyrics, burned his corpse, and helped people looked for the body i feel more at home next to a snowbunnie's body than a black one Taylor, I became a Tortured Poet, a year after you were born, we are related through poetry; through words and music, you get me unlike sis, who threw away my journals and became " persona non grata," But I'll still pray for Sis, Like I'll pray for you to be well And tho you are rich, and your skin sun-kissed Sometimes, I pretend you are a Lover, in a mist, on the bayou, where champange problems don't exist and with our words, we put each other under a spell though whenever I go home It will only feel like a town im a guest in I remember it all too well.... erren geraud kelly 6'17'24
