NaPoWriMo Day #8 — “Hometown Girl”

Hometown Girl

I’m not your cookie-cutter
small-town girl.
I waffled between expectations and freedom.

Your Jesus doesn’t save –
he divides.
Frosty images and sharp tongues
over here,

me over there.

Generations of hometown girl misfits –
I’ve lived here for years;
you know me but not.
You denied me my purpose, my curiosity,
and your asses in pews never made it right.

Forty acres in the dappled sunlight –
you never made me a home.
Home isn’t a physical place –
it’s love,
it’s belonging,
it’s acceptance –
and it isn’t with you.

I finally chose freedom.
I escaped and I survived.
I celebrate by making my own home.


  1. Katydid says

    Cookie, waffle, Frosty…now I’m hungry…

    Also, who had the 40 acres? I read that and my mind went to reparations…but nobody’s made reparations to you.

  2. Katydid says

    Thanks! My mind went to “40 acres and a mule”.

    Isn’t it amazing and heart-breaking how you can grow up with people and they haven’t the slightest idea who you are?

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