Alabama Odyssey ~ Day 3

Quiet Girl Blues

I say I want to push the boundaries
To go outside my box
I say I’ll share my thoughts
But why did I have the quiet girl blues?
I sat next to dark hands playing a tune
That they know so well
Quiet girl blues
I smile and tap my foot
But my insides are shaking
Quiet girl blues
I got the blues
I got the blues
I got the quiet girl blues
The coward blues
The scardy cat blues
The self conscious blues
oooo…
I got the blues
I got the blues
I got the quiet girl blues

-Sophie

I find myself falling in love with banana pudding more and more. Each time I love it.

-Selena

Gip is a man who loves his soul. When he looked into my eyes, I think he saw straight through my skin and into my soul.

-Holden

“Hands are a magnificent thing”—Mr. Minter. He was talking about how our hands God gave us to create amazing inspirations. Mr. Minter gave me so much to think about, how our future is up to my generation.

-Bella

[Joe’s] artwork was so complex and confusing in its own way. Even though some of them looked like a pile of junk welded together, to think that every piece meant something was amazing and completely mind boggling. A crinkled up can meant something, bits and pieces of rust pile around it was all part of it.

-Aidan

I noticed the train tracks on the side of the road.
I would have cast the tracks aside before.
Now, I understand what might have happened
On the tracks that seem so meaningless.
Young lives were taken into the convict labor system on these tracks.
Yet I would have cast the tracks aside.
Often forced to walk on these tracks due to poor roads,
blacks would fear for their lives.
Yet I would have cast the tracks aside.
These train tracks were a place where oppressors would search out the oppressed.
Yet I would have cast the tracks aside.
Now I wonder
What else do I fail to see?

-Emmanuel

Henry Gipson’s farewell blues: