Born and raised in the state of Virginia
Area code was 804
As a little boy I knew not what was in store
Until I would go on a tour to explore the state
Growing in the country regions of Tappahannock
A quiet little town and some couldn’t stand it
So they migrated to the city in search of recreation
Bright lights and much to do
Then much would ensue for every 804 carrier
Reaching the Southside where things were much more scarier
Cross the wrong path and you’ve crossed your own life
Outlined your future in chalk
Or became a victim to stalk because your beauty was unique
Well more importantly the lower anatomy’s physique
As this treat to the eyes would produce births of rape
Kidnapping
Or just humans slain in the street
A place where a simple club posed a potential war zone
The clothes one would own in the hands of another
A brother yelling from his pack of dogs while waving the flag from another’s back
“Come get your jersey!”
And sometimes words be left from conversation as an altercation escalated
Snatching the victim out their van like a den of lions in the field
The growth to a new location would arise
Found myself in the 703 in search of a degree
But I found myself stuck with the stuck up
The self centered and cut throat
The uptight, the boushy, the choosy that would lose me in conversation
Since no autumn through spring transportation this became the normal
So as normally I would blend an mingle
I would make the best of every single acquaintance
Keeping personal maintenance so as not to lose my essence
The country boy now out of the country allowed to showcase suppressed talents
The poetic mind that held all observation of the 804 now released to the audience of the 703
The area of opportunity would be my rise, downfall and destined resurrection
But before fall was summer where the 804 called me back
It took me on tours to each coast
Granted visitations to the western then east coast
The 434 full of wooded area gave isolation, seclusion and privacy
This kindly and quietly sheltered the head of a previous flame that was put out quickly
How quick we fell in and out of infatuation
So back to the high end living of the 703
Only to be taunted by a world I was not meant to understand
So a vacation to the southern style of the 757 was necessary
The rich chocolate atmosphere put no fear in my mind
The knuckle heads bred to look out for number one and shoot down number two
This didn’t give me worry
First love started in the 757 so comfort is an always
It is a short trip that a cut through the 540 is awaiting
There lies a skeleton that just is not ready to leave the closet
An infant version of the 703
A seed planted that never was granted the chance to grow full bloom
The description alone brings back thoughts of old
But back to the northern 703 where you would see every color of the rainbow
Until in came the rain and would blow by power of the wind my aspirations
I just couldn’t stay any longer
The 804 reclaimed me
Back to the country roots to get my bearings together
To attack the area of opportunity with a better game plan
As time flies the mind is consumed with thoughts expressed in dark that rise to light
Poetic showcase part two becomes a briefly lived fantasy dreamt in the 540
Until I fore go back to where it all began
The 804
Now don’t let these stories allude you to exclude due respect earned by this wondrous state
You have the upscale opportunity of the 703
You have the warm sand and blue beach waters clear as the sky’s heaven in the 757
You have the hometown comfort of all sorts in the 804
Each has well that is followed by bad
Each has a sight that will make you smile then a polar opposite to make you mad
Regardless of your opinion I’m glad to have the experience bestowed by my old dominion
And with its support I will conquer all regions and reach my destined success for I am the loyal Virginian

5/7/2008

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