STRANGE FRUIT
From this tree I hang, motionless
Like a dry leaf I hang, lifeless
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When I met her for the first time
I was amazed at her presence
She was nothing I expected
Confidence just seemed to ooze from her
...
Dem Ole time something
Bring back a bag a memory
And a wealth a knowledge
And what a belly hotting laugh de ge we.
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Graduation day
Today is our graduation
And we are leaving all our friends
...
Graduation is a special Time
To show what you have done
A time for all of you to share
What your future has to come
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I believe in love at first sight and happily ever after
I believe I was made in the likeness of my creator
I believe there is life after death, although I have not seen it yet
I believe my mother watches over me from above
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Thrusting In and Out
Up and then Down
I love your ability to change
From soft to Hard in one instant
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The devil appears in different forms
And has the ability to settle right up against the norm
A talented soul is he
He can transform his image into the likeness of mankind
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AN INNOCENCE LOST
Delicate like the green pastures
Of which we were told
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Strange Fruit
STRANGE FRUIT
From this tree I hang, motionless
Like a dry leaf I hang, lifeless
A fruit like no other I am
A fruit that resembles the black man
I am often called strange
Perhaps it’s because I am
Or perhaps it’s because of who I am
Or maybe it is because of what I am
I hang from this tree, motionless
Like a dry leaf I hang, lifeless
A strange fruit, I am
Simply because I am a black man
Some say I have no core,
I do not have a seed
So perhaps, just by chance
I am a “strange fruit” indeed
The juice that seeps from me
Is neither sweet nor sour
This juice that runs from me
Makes me no good to eat
This strange fruit hangs from a tree, motionless
Like a dry leaf I hang here, lifeless
Waiting to be plucked from this branch
To be laid to rest peacefully
My life has been in vain
I have ripened here in pain
Still, my pain remains
Still I am constantly called “Strange”
I have been told to “Have Faith”
Life for me will change
Things will become rearranged
And the world will know the truth about us “Strange Fruit”
Written Dec 26th 2010 by Natasha Maginley-Francis