Because where I grew up I was surrounded by blackberries Every week last month I rode by and into their lovely sharped arms Ate them raw and sour Fed them to the girl at my knees, smarter than me Knows to duck when she sees that berry-stained punch comin' round Hit the ground Runnin' for fear and for fun 'Cuz I don't need your fingers smudgin' stains in these ones
Everything I've learned about roots, sweetness, and cruelty
Is founded on
Is learned from
This small, dark-eyed creature.
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