Lady Day Poem by Under A Microscope

I've got jazz, do you? I've got style and a voice that can make you cry or get up and dance. I've got pain and a life of it and I know you do too. I've got secrets that aren't secrets anymore. I've got a life that has seen the best and worst of this world and what it's got to offer. I've got this strange fruit dripping from my lips. I am a woman who sings the blues, I'm strong, confident, beautiful, smart, good and bad in every way, a bit too good and bad some may say, but I'm me the one and only Lady Day.