Young lady where have you left your honor
Your respect, your dignity?
Do you realize that you are descended from Kings and Queens?
Not common yet strange is the fruit you produce
Your sons dress as you and your daughters like dudes
Angry words you fed into their souls
Wounds left open from daddies that only planted their seeds like weeds into your fertile bitter soil
Mothers don’t look at your children’s faces in disdain for what you did;
Naming them out of your pain
Now common yet strange is the fruit you bear
Weighed down limbs, rotting roots
Its time for you to be pruned
Renew your mind
Before more generations are affected by your blues
Not common yet strange fruit…
(c) 2010 Lela Jefferson
– http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com
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