Strange Fruit

 When ever I see photos of people in trees the Billie Holiday song comes to mind,

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees...

I don't think of the song because the photos are depressing and dark, I think of it because one of the last poems I did in high school quoted the tittle "Strange Fruit"... I THINK HIGH SCHOOL HAS SCARRED ME FOR LIFE!!! (Great Job Miss A, you've left your mark!)

Do tell me what you think of me as fruit... Should I stay put or get my bum down!!! :)