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I'm proud to be a Cajun
Yes, I'm proud to be a Cajun because it's the way I was raised
And it's a very important part of my life
It's a way of life that is a blend of
Mystery, love, and pride and tradition
Trying to explain it to someone who knows
Nothing of the Cajun culture would be difficult
So much of it is carried in one's heart
And mind and so hard to put into words
But perhaps a few of these things might help to explain
They will certainly bring a picture to mind
For anyone who has been raised the way I have
It's watching my grandmother rocking in the evenings while
The black rosary beads slip through her work-worn hands
It's the sight of acres and acres of lush green rice
And it's the smell of chopped green onions and
Parsley and bell pepper and a pot of gumbo simmering
Mm, boy
And it's watching my father make the sign of the cross
And saying prayers over a sprained ankle or a snakebite
They call it treating, and I've seen it work
It's the sound of tires crunching on a gravel road
And it's the soft melody of my parents
Conversing in the age-old dialect
It's seeing Nan and Pecat sitting on their front
Porch and knowing that they will always be there
But one day, they're not, and you realize
That something precious is slipping away
It's a wedding dance where money is pinned to the bride's veil
And the groom's suit for the privilege of dancing with them
And it's staying up all night at the funeral home
Because you don't leave the dead by themselves
This is the last thing you can do for them
And it's grown men and women calling their
Parents Mama and Daddy and not being ashamed of it
And it's gigantic feasts at Thanksgiving and Christmas and Easter
And the men eat first so they can nap and the women eat
Last so they can talk before clearing everything away
And it's the sweet sea smell of boiling crawfish and crabs
It's watching my grandfather, straight