I feel spring coming in on a new breeze, I want that newness all over me. Wishing well, toss a coin and wish myself free, Leave this town and take all my colors with me. So break your limb, break it 'cross my back Try to break me down, but I'll be coming back. Break your limbs, but remember that new breeze. Like the greens of spring, I'm 1,000 shades free Like the greens of the spring, I'm changing.
Words and images from an Eastern NC artist/researcher