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Strange Fruit
Sounds of Blacknedd
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Oh, there's strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth
The gentle scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun, oh, for the sun to rot
For the trees to dry out
Here is the strange and bitter crop
Lynchings, beatings, castrations, and more lynchings
It almost passes human understanding how a people can
Be so socially despised and yet artistically esteemed
So degraded and yet culturally influential
So ostracized and yet a dominant editorial force in American life
Alain Locke, Harlem Renaissance
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