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!!! :)
LOADS OF LOVE