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Strange Fruit

Tears wet at the tip of his chin Dried, from the wind, on his exposed cheeks Fresh scent of strange fruit filled the clouds Which overcast the band that played mournful music with their walk That sung sorrow hymns with their prayers Woe voices traveling through the steel bars from the mouths of innocent sexes Voices shuffled through the beaten bodies, Terrorized by the pale hand that held the leash of a brainwashed dog, taught to execute our heritage Burning sun, cooking the flesh of a man, causing the smoke smell similar to the burnt smell of the four baby girls, whose bodies were modified by hatred and fire, bricks and inequality They metaphorically lynched Cynthia Wesley, Addie Mae Collins, Carole Robertson, and Denise McNair They lynched the quiet ones, the blessed ones, the powerful ones, the trust of our race Don't let them lynch our generation

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 2/4/2016 11:32:00 PM
Keilani,, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
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Date: 2/4/2016 7:48:00 PM
Keilani, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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