I Bear Fruit

I bear fruit.

Not strange fruit,

but fruit that is

Sweet and

Honorable and

Loved.

There is nothing strange about my fruit.

In fact, what is strange is the way my fruit is

Marginalized,

Disrespected,

Dishonored and

Threatened.

What is strange is the way that my fruit is

Used and

Abused and

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 the way others justify their actions in order to vilify the beauty of my fruit.

I bear fruit.

Not strange fruit, but fruit that is

Sweet and

Honorable and

Loved.