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Strange Fruit

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Earth tone, the melanin jazz that sings throughout my veins
The protective barriers when, Come By Here My Lord provided no cooling rain
Such a blessed skin to be, beautiful to adorn, it reproduces in so many shades
From, Bronze, to Honey, Brown Sugar and the sweetest taste of marmalade
 
You could say I am not that dark
Most will say, we all bleed the same when given our own foundational spark
Yesteryears denied me my rights, my land, and my mule  
That old Constitution creed and the three forth rule
Are we not a presence to stand
Do we not deserve the pursuit of happiness, for every, child, woman, and man
 
We all feel society's pain at some time, do we not
When the last breaths are rendered, who cares who holds my hand, the color of death always leads to a burial plot
Was I fair in life, man’s fairer soul screams from the grave
Did I give the darker man a chance to pave his own way
Did I stand up for equal rights
Or hide my pride behind crosses at night
 
Oh God, if I can only turn back the hands of time
I would listen until I understand the relative theories behind all mankind
No more segregating my soul
I ask you to let me enter through those Pearly Gates, for my weary spirit begs to be consoled
My Lord, there are so many down there just  like me
How do I explain to ignorance this is all we ever hope to see
 
Each night as we pray on our knees to believe
Such a beautiful life found in the enlighten of the Alpha and the Omega, yet deceived
No diamonds, money, mansions, which has passed, it is only a vague if there ever was 
If only I learned better to forgive and love
Plagues, diseases, famine, I wish I had more time
I would turn back the clock to preach the gospel from Jesus’ fruitful vines
 
The darker man, had a future and a plan
Until our ships invaded the shores of the Motherland  
The Dutch, the British, Portugal, unto West Africans they accepted monetary settlements, taken, and separated placentas in vain  
Deceived into labor to sow Sugarcane
The Middle Passage, lost souls, revolt in the quest for freedom, escaping the stench and the brutality of pain
Dark hands upon the plantations our Forefathers demanded they till  
Confined among a bed of cotton, lashed, without the thought of free will  
 
One by one, chained, beaten, broken, now under a docile reprimand
And you stand here in judgment asking to repeat your life over again
Would you tear up the forefather’s scrolls, words expressed where darkness is valued a sin
Black Friday, Black Plaque, Black Cat, Blackmailed and any other unsavory odds and ins
Give me just one my attempt, please, I will set things right, not just, okay
From the Emancipation I will revisit to the revolt of the Haitian slaves  
I will scream to the mountaintops it has to be a better way
Bowing down thy head in shame, the book of life, minus my name
Go son with forgiveness
Spread love, compassion, and this Day of Judgment, will never be your haunting reminisce
 
I will plant the seeds without malice or unlawful intent
Blowing in the wind my salvation, my soul shall toll until this is understood without relent  
The day will come for everyone to live and die with honor
Not standing here and expect to stand in God’s favor as a sinful loner
To eat among Gods table, in Heavenly skies
I ask the question, what’s done to the dark, shall always encounter the light by-and-by
 
Selah

 

The rite of passage inspired by Billie Holiday’s song, Strange Fruit

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