Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning 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
Billie Holiday - Strange Fruit
When I look in the mirror I see a 6'2 385 lbs Black MAN with locs who happen to have a resting "don't fuck with me face." My appearance doesn't show my intelligence, my sense of humor, my dedication to my family and friends and most important my love for God. However my appearance is a threat to some especially those wearing a sheild. It brings them fear because my of skin. This something that Blacks deal with everyday. We are constantly judged by our so called curse from Kane or Noah... Melanated skin. Seeing the murder of George hurts. Seeing a grow man call out for his deceased mother makes me think it could have been me. I could be another hashtags or a piece of strange fruit hang on a tree branch. This is the kind of emotions I don't want to pass on to my future children but yet at an early age I will have tell them how to conduct themselves around those sworn in the protect us just for my child to come home safe.
Trying to stay focused on my diet plan is hard during times like this. I constantly have to remind my self I am an emotional eater. With that being said, I have been eating shredded lettuce like a cow 🐄. I haven't watched the news just YouTube and Netflix. I understand theses are hard times but when is a change going to come? Soon...I don't know. I wished I did but would come with a cost of a #Hashtag...
Question: When do you think a change will come?
