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Strange Fruit

memory in living color

By Matthew FrommPublished 25 days ago 1 min read
Strange Fruit
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Strange fruit hangin'

In the Georgia breeze

From the Poplar trees

They tell us

Avert our eyes

We’re too young

To see the bruises

And the scars

Reminders and Memorials of

How it’s planters

Deformed

Such a strange fruit

We struggle to remember

That activity so often forced

Into passivity

Trickle fed pictures

In black and white

So we may think

Such a strange fruit long extinct

A museum artifact

Like a great aunty’s picture

Tucked away

No longer dwelt upon

Those planters

of the strange fruit know

It’s easier for dust to cover

Their black and white crimes

Then the living color of

The blood-red juice

Running down the skins

Of the strange fruit

They hung

In the Georgia breeze

From the Poplar trees

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A/N:

Written for Juneteenth. Sampled from Billie Holiday.

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Comments (11)

  • Karun 15 days ago

    You nailed it with these liness Greatttttttttttt! 'Their black and white crimes Then the living color of The blood-red juice'

  • Mahi Yogi23 days ago

    I want to write my story but I don't know how to use this app?

  • L.C. Schäfer24 days ago

    Suitably uncomfortable reading ❤

  • Heather Zieffle 25 days ago

    Beautifully written and so haunting. Well done!

  • Hannah Moore25 days ago

    Chilling, bringing this into the present.

  • D.K. Shepard25 days ago

    Great poem, Matthew! An excellent sampling from the song with your own powerful lines

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  • Lamar Wiggins25 days ago

    Straight to the front page! That’s how it’s done. More importantly, the subject matter is immaculately timed. How can you not recognize it? Way to go Matt! And thank you, Vocal for the recognizing this. Happy Juneteenth everyone!

  • Christy Munson25 days ago

    Most excellent! I love Ms. Holiday’s power house song and that she insisted to sing it despite the cruelty she endured because of the response of people in power. Well and truly perfectly timed.

  • ROCK 25 days ago

    Intense; brutally passionate with profound metaphorical use.

  • This is incredible. What an incredible visual picture you have painted. Great work

  • Paul Stewart25 days ago

    This is beautiful, saddening and impressively written, friend. I imagine this will be a Top Story soon enough. The moment I saw the title I thought of the Billie Holiday song and Blood on the Leaves by Kanye West.

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