This Sober mom is a blog by Stacey Wright, artist, mom, writer. Follow her journey of sober living.

Daughter of the South

Daughter of the South

Daughter of the South, what will you do?
When that other old flag is flown,
When your love for complacency is shown,
When time is past due for your part to be owned,
What will you do?

Whispers and silence continue the violence.
I can’t pretend I don’t see,
Change depends on me.

Daughter of the South, what will you say?
When you post of prayers, love, and light,
And talk of understanding and shed tears for their plight,
But retreat to the safety and anonymity of being white.
What will you say?

Whispers and silence continue the violence.
I can’t pretend I don’t see,
Change depends on me.

Daughter of the South, where will you go?
When your brothers and sisters are enraged,
At the indignities in which your ancestors were engaged,
As you stand on the mountain washing your hands of those days,
Where will you go?

Whispers and silence continue the violence.
I can’t pretend I don’t see,
Change depends on me.

Daughter of the South, who will you be?
When your children ask their beautiful whys,
You realize how much of your history is built on lies,
Do you tell the pretty story, or do you rise?
Who will you be?

Whispers and silence continue the violence.
I can’t pretend I don’t see,
Change depends on me.

Hush Little One

Hush Little One

Learning to Say What I Mean

Learning to Say What I Mean