Faye Sizemore

COTTON TO SILK

Cotton flag… colors in the rain.
Colors… dripping…
Colors like blood
Summon back the pain.
Cotton won’t unfurl
And fly in the wind…
Cotton’s too heavy
And always has been.

We hang our heads in shame.
There are soldiers
Who need loosed from their chain.
Cotton…
Cotton pain…
The old south wore a suit of grey.
That was long ago… on another day.
A soldier deserves respect.
And this could be one way…
Make his flag with silk.
Cotton…
What do you say?
Because of its weight…
Cotton won’t unfurl in the wind.
Not soaked with blood, tinged with hate.
Cotton was king…
Lost its crown.
The cotton mills are closing down.
Cotton’s leaving this old town.
Jobs are scarce, but they’ll get along.
Cotton…
Go on down…
Cotton was likely the root of the sin…
Taught men to be brutal to men.
Black… and… white…
Brothers and sisters will tell you…
Cotton’s too heavy…
And always has been.

At the Confederate Memorial,
Let’s raise, on the pole,
A flag of silk
So it will fly in the wind.
Cotton’s too heavy…
Always has been…

With the flag’s raising, send forgiveness.
Let love replace the hate
And let peace in…
Let old times be forgotten.
Cotton was heavy…
Let go… of the weight.