songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

EARLY SPRING

EARLY  SPRING  IN       WEST  QUEEN  WEST

I saw strange fruit on a tree  in my

neighborhood today   Exotic tiny

bananas?  I live in Canada  up north

so no   we have no   bananas

 

But we  had some lynchings    more

than a  century ago   in the East

 

When the slaves thought they’d escaped

only to  find   that they  had not   And            the blues

they still reverberate  through   Africville      

 

Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

 

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Spring  2010  Songanddancegirl      Abel Meeropol      Billie Holiday

 

 

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