"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 With lynchings happening anew in the 21st century, I can't help but think of this haunting song that Billie Holiday sung back in the Jim Crow era. You would think that this country has evolved, but the more things change, the more they stay the same. #stopkillingblackpeople #BlackLivesMatter #racismisacancerinoursociety #racismislearnedbehavior #enoughisenough https://www.instagram.com/p/CBysQw5DnRK6F5hIIvuqUv3akatKU6yjd7UchU0/?igshid=ay9bc1umwzvb