The south had something to say & you spoke ever so loudly
Each word as nourishing as the last
Where considering you home gave me a sense of my place in the world
You told me that nowhere else will satisfy me
And you were right
Maybe it’s the way the sun shines a little brighter here
Where our joy transcends past transgressions
Seeped in the soil as the unlikely combination of nutrients allow the flowers to grow
Or maybe it’s our humanity reflected in the beauty around us
Where trees have branches so high that reaching them is like reaching God
And wide trunks growing roots deep in the ground, seemingly so that the tree can spread its legs
Almost as if it’s calling itself closer to Earth

It could be that city skyline view from 1-85
Where the buildings wrap around you
Pulling you deeper into its embrace
Most times I can’t tell
As the source of magic is all the same
It broke my heart when you kept going
As if something wasn’t missing
As if you knew that by abandoning you
I was truly abandoning myself
And you were right

But I also changed as you did
Both becoming different versions of what we were
Meeting each other again as if it was our first time
Because it was

Solomon McBride
Life without connection is meaningless, and the gift of art is that it's collaborative. As an Atlanta-based artist, I've been fortunate to do share my creativity through film and my writing. It's no secret how integral the socio-political culture of the region has been to my socialization and development not only as a person, but in the work I produce as well. To create is to love, and my aim is to continue sharing my love to the city who made me who I am.