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Strange Fruit In The Renewal Of Sacred Celebration🦉
Earth tone, the melanin jazz that sings throughout my veins
The protective barriers when, Come By Here My Lord provided no cooling rain
Such a blessed skin to be, beautiful to adorn, it reproduces in so many shades
From Bronze, to Honey, Brown Sugar, and the sweetest taste of marmalade
You could say I am not that dark
Most will say, we all bleed the same when given our own foundational spark
Yesteryears denied me my rights, my land, and my mule
That old Constitution creed and the three fifth clause rule
Are we not a presence to stand
Do we not deserve the pursuit of happiness, for every, child, woman, and man
We bleed the same do we not
When the last breaths are rendered, who cares who holds my hand, the color of death always leads to a burial plot
Was I fair in life, man’s fairer soul screams from the grave
Did I give the darker man a chance to pave his own way
Did I stand up for equal rights
Or hide my pride behind crosses at night
Oh God, if I can only turn back the hands of time
I would listen until I understand the relative theories behind all mankind
No more segregating my soul
I ask you to let me enter through those Pearly Gates, for my weary spirit begs to be consoled
My Lord, there are so many down there just like me
How do I explain to ignorance this is all we ever hope to see
Each night as we pray on our knees to believe
Such a beautiful life found in the enlighten of the Alpha and the Omega, yet we deceived
No diamonds, money, mansions, which has passed, it is only vague if there ever was
If only I learned better to forgive and love
Plagues, diseases, famine, I wish I had more time
I would turn back the clock to preach the gospel from Jesus’ fruitful vines
The darker man, had a future and a plan
Until our ships invaded the shores of the Motherland
The Dutch, the British, Portugal, unto West Africans they accepted monetary settlements, taken, and separated placentas in vain
Deceived into labor to sow Sugarcane
The Middle Passage, lost souls, revolt in the quest for freedom, escaping the stench and the brutality of pain
Dark hands of the plantation we tilled
Confined among a bed of cotton, lashed, without the thought of free will
One by one, chained, beaten, broken, now under a docile reprimand
And you stand here in judgment asking to repeat your life over again
Would you tear up the forefather’s scrolls, words expressed where darkness is valued a sin
Black Friday, Black Plaque, Black Cat, Blackmailed and any other unsavory odds and ins
Give me just one more attempt, please, I will set things right, not just, okay
From the Emancipation I will revisit to the revolt of the Haitian slaves
I will scream to the mountaintops it has to be a better way
Bowing down thy head in shame, the book of life, minus my name
Go son with forgiveness
Spread love, compassion, and this Day of Judgment, will never be your haunting reminisce
I will plant the seeds without malice or unlawful intent
Blowing in the wind my salvation, my soul shall toll until this is understood without relent
The day will come for everyone to live and die with honor
Not standing here and expect to stand in God’s favor as a sinful loner
To eat among Gods table, in Heavenly skies
I ask the question, what’s done to the dark, shall always encounter the light by-and-by
This poem was written in honor of Billie Holiday's song – Strange Fruit
The protective barriers when, Come By Here My Lord provided no cooling rain
Such a blessed skin to be, beautiful to adorn, it reproduces in so many shades
From Bronze, to Honey, Brown Sugar, and the sweetest taste of marmalade
You could say I am not that dark
Most will say, we all bleed the same when given our own foundational spark
Yesteryears denied me my rights, my land, and my mule
That old Constitution creed and the three fifth clause rule
Are we not a presence to stand
Do we not deserve the pursuit of happiness, for every, child, woman, and man
We bleed the same do we not
When the last breaths are rendered, who cares who holds my hand, the color of death always leads to a burial plot
Was I fair in life, man’s fairer soul screams from the grave
Did I give the darker man a chance to pave his own way
Did I stand up for equal rights
Or hide my pride behind crosses at night
Oh God, if I can only turn back the hands of time
I would listen until I understand the relative theories behind all mankind
No more segregating my soul
I ask you to let me enter through those Pearly Gates, for my weary spirit begs to be consoled
My Lord, there are so many down there just like me
How do I explain to ignorance this is all we ever hope to see
Each night as we pray on our knees to believe
Such a beautiful life found in the enlighten of the Alpha and the Omega, yet we deceived
No diamonds, money, mansions, which has passed, it is only vague if there ever was
If only I learned better to forgive and love
Plagues, diseases, famine, I wish I had more time
I would turn back the clock to preach the gospel from Jesus’ fruitful vines
The darker man, had a future and a plan
Until our ships invaded the shores of the Motherland
The Dutch, the British, Portugal, unto West Africans they accepted monetary settlements, taken, and separated placentas in vain
Deceived into labor to sow Sugarcane
The Middle Passage, lost souls, revolt in the quest for freedom, escaping the stench and the brutality of pain
Dark hands of the plantation we tilled
Confined among a bed of cotton, lashed, without the thought of free will
One by one, chained, beaten, broken, now under a docile reprimand
And you stand here in judgment asking to repeat your life over again
Would you tear up the forefather’s scrolls, words expressed where darkness is valued a sin
Black Friday, Black Plaque, Black Cat, Blackmailed and any other unsavory odds and ins
Give me just one more attempt, please, I will set things right, not just, okay
From the Emancipation I will revisit to the revolt of the Haitian slaves
I will scream to the mountaintops it has to be a better way
Bowing down thy head in shame, the book of life, minus my name
Go son with forgiveness
Spread love, compassion, and this Day of Judgment, will never be your haunting reminisce
I will plant the seeds without malice or unlawful intent
Blowing in the wind my salvation, my soul shall toll until this is understood without relent
The day will come for everyone to live and die with honor
Not standing here and expect to stand in God’s favor as a sinful loner
To eat among Gods table, in Heavenly skies
I ask the question, what’s done to the dark, shall always encounter the light by-and-by
This poem was written in honor of Billie Holiday's song – Strange Fruit
Published 19th Jun 2024
Author's Note
In Celebration Of Juneteenth (06-19-24)
Love and Hugs, always
SKC🦉
Love and Hugs, always
SKC🦉
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19th Jun 2024 6:55pm
19th Jun 2024 7:54pm
This, my friend, is the heart of this awesome spill in my mind
Oh God, if I can only turn back the hands of time
I would listen until I understand the relative theories behind all mankind
No more segregating my soul
I ask you to let me enter through those Pearly Gates, for my weary spirit begs to be consoled
My Lord, there are so many down there just like me
How do I explain to ignorance this is all we ever hope to see
Oh God, if I can only turn back the hands of time
I would listen until I understand the relative theories behind all mankind
No more segregating my soul
I ask you to let me enter through those Pearly Gates, for my weary spirit begs to be consoled
My Lord, there are so many down there just like me
How do I explain to ignorance this is all we ever hope to see
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19th Jun 2024 8:35pm
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19th Jun 2024 9:39pm
We love the references within the piece to old songs and saying, but mostly we love the truth that is held within the piece. We read recently that Juneteenth has already been hijacked by those with no interest in it's historical meaning. Their intentions are to taint it and make it a derogatory thing. We also read about the last slave ship and we think that their descendants established Africatown in Mobile, Alabama. This is a great piece of spiritual and historical fire, really tight work
I cannot sit in judgement of any human sin, yet the sin of the pass may haunt me today, I shall not let it many ghost haunt me tomorrow. To convict any man, of any color for the sins, that they have committed against humanity. Does not cleanse my soul. Yet you remind me we all bleed the same. So it's not my place to perpetuate, hate anger fear. Revolution is evolution of my mental state, so that I may lead a spiritual uprising. No need for blood shed war has not changed or made the world a better place since it's inception. Your writing reminds of this. And that Kings and Queens, lay side by side in the grave yard. Rich amongst the poor. The unrighteous and the righteous, plots rest at each other side. I guess to forgive one another is to forgive one self. He who burns the cross bares the burden of their own spiritual crucifixion. Hate fuels it's from the ignorance and fear. And the hateful looks into mirror and stares into the eyes of self hatred. Your words reminds me of this. A horse is a horse no matter the shade. So why does it matter to humans. All I know is to make myself a better human being, is become a better person. And to love myself is to serve a better purpose. My Queen your words has quenched my heart of anger, has fueled my heart with love. My mother once told me, if you do as the slave master does, you are no better than the slave master. In the spirit of my ancestors that felt the stung of the whip. Who had hung from the trees, picked cotton not for their benefit. And for all our fallen freedom fighters. I say today we are standing,we are rising. We have not forgotten you. And we honor you today without hatred in our hearts, nor anger in our first. Yet with love and honorable citations from our hearts, for your sacrifices. No weapon shall form against us. My Queen I thank you for humbling my soul with your words. If I see the world through political eye's. All I will see is hate anger and destruction. But through the most High eye's I see love and understanding. For I am not ill from hatred. Nor am I am ill from fear. For those that hate, carry injustice in their hearts Let this be the discomfort that will keep them from a uncomfortable rest in their graves. My Queen thank you for giving me a spiritual anointment. I feel your sweet scented oil running down my head to my feet.
22nd Jun 2024 2:25am
