Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Tree

"The Tree."

Not an actual Lynching Tree, but the man that stands strong despite the torture and cruel treatment by the people who surrounds him. Standing in the face of death, there is no bend in his body. He stands tall and strong like a Tree. So much strength in his face. He makes me strong. I am so grateful for the people that came before me, they went through so much, men and women so that we could live. 

So many of our people became the strange fruit of the south. Going through so much, being forbidded from the world they were born into suffrage. If you're reading this. Please take a moment to reflect on the bravery of these people. Show gratitude for the people who came before us, who died so that we could live.. Take a brief moment to thank them... 

Billie Holiday, Strange Fruit: 

"Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze, Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop." 

My people, We must stand together, in harmony. Be as Strong as "The Tree" was for us. The Time is NOW. 


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