Strange fruit now covering the streets
Juice bleeding black, dropping at my feet
Black bodies dropping with each new day
Quickly becoming the amerikkkan way
Blatant bleaching of the stars & stripes
Profiles to fit all stereotypes
Cries for justice fall on deaf ears
We be the victims of their fears
Here is the fruit to swallow whole
To satisfy desire, to consume souls
To taste sweet malice, to savor spite
Here is a strange & bitter delight
inspired by Strange Fruit, 1939
photo: Lawrence Beitler, 1930
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Kelley, this his heart breaking and of course there’s Billie Holiday’s rendition.
Leslie
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Horrifying
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A horrifying reality.
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It’s crazy how much things changed and how much things have stayed the same. I read some newspaper archives from I believe the late 1800s and there were commentary pieces about the same issues we have now. I wish this poem was unnecessary and that song was too. Both amazing pieces of work riddle with very unfortunate truths.
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Sobering.
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