I be a tender root
a mere indecisive tangle
that has been smashed
and twisted
and rolled smooth
between her caramel palms
woven and shaped into stories
passed down from granny
to momma to grand-baby
that grew and curled
latched and knotted
into strong and wise
black and woman and poem
I carry the scent
of an old lemon picker’s hands
of a little girl’s bare legs
running through summer weeds
the golden strand
that coils leans toward her lips
when she speaks writes
hugged in scents of chalkboard
cedar pencils blank pages
I be immersed
in the butter of her name
thicklike mud still wet
on God’s fingertips
the drop
that became an ocean
tumbling down her waist
the texture of orange peels
and wild Kentucky twangs
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Hope Johnson is a native of Lexington, KY. She received her MFA in Creative Writing at Lesley University and BA in English from the University of Kentucky. Among many, Johnson’s poetry has been published in Loose Change Magazine and Pluck Journal of Affrilachian Art & Culture. Her academic work on Creative and Culturally Responsive Instruction can be found in Charter Schools: Voices from the Field. Johnson now lives in New York City, where she continues her research and work-life striving to integrate creative writing and fine arts programs into underserved schools with the NYC Department of Education.