American Heartache
I am the pain that resides
Deep, so deep inside
Inside America, the great
I am the American heartache
From a deep, old long ago
Copious fields of cotton across Georgia
Through and beyond Jim Crow
To a new technologized New York filled
with streets of gold
The sullen heart still aches
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2023
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