As I was strolling down Facebook lane, I slowed down to take in the scene and noticed something that grabbed my attention. It read, “When Silence Speaks” and, it was an invitation to write on some dynamic topics over the next 20 days according to my world.
With it being Black History Month, I thought this would be an awesome opportunity to reflect on how far we’ve come as a people and also flex my writing and thinking muscles.
So, first, allow me to formally say, “HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!” I am super excited about what this month means to so many men and women just like me. Our history is so rich, enlightening, encouraging and made up of nothing less than resilience, perseverance, and drive. Welcome to my world Beautiful Souls.
Today, if you are not Black (African American), allow me to introduce you to a different world than your’s. One that is deeply rooted in culture and a branch of American history that is riddled with significant contributions.
I’d like to focus on a song Billie Holiday sang that introduced many to a totally different world than they could ever imagine.
Written by Abel Meeropol as a poem
When Holiday decided to sing “Strange Fruit,” the song reached millions of people. While the lyrics never mentioned the world of lynching, the metaphor became painfully clear:
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body 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,
And 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 a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
And, here is the incomparable Billie Holiday singing this song so passionately…
And, please consider watching Nina Simone do her version of this world…
Move forward in RIGHTeousness XOXO ♥