Tuesday, August 25, 2009

What to read. . .

Lady Day. . .
A tragic and entertaining story of one of the most amazing singers ever.
Southern trees bear 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.
This song gives me chills. So many did not understand the meaning.

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