I Bear Fruit
I bear fruit.
I bear fruit.
Not strange fruit,
Not strange fruit,
but fruit that is
but fruit that is
Sweet and
Sweet and
Honorable and
Honorable and
Loved.
Loved.
There is nothing strange about my fruit.
There is nothing strange about my fruit.
In fact, what is strange is the way my fruit is
In fact, what is strange is the way my fruit is
Marginalized,
Marginalized,
Disrespected,
Disrespected,
Dishonored and
Dishonored and
Threatened.
Threatened.
What is strange is the way that my fruit is
What is strange is the way that my fruit is
Used and
Used and
Abused and
Abused and
Thrown away like garbage.
Thrown away like garbage.
What is strange is how others make light of the tragedy that my fruit had to endure... has to endure.
What is strange is how others make light of the tragedy that my fruit had to endure... has to endure.
What is strange is the way others justify their actions in order to vilify the beauty of my fruit.
What is strange is the way others justify their actions in order to vilify the beauty of my fruit.
I bear fruit.
I bear fruit.
Not strange fruit, but fruit that is
Not strange fruit, but fruit that is
Sweet and
Sweet and
Honorable and
Honorable and
Loved.
Loved.