From my side of the tree strange fruit hangs
The blood stains the roots of my ancestor’s pain
This is my history that is not pretty but true
This is American History, I thought you already knew?
From this noose my brothers and sister hung
Until no slither of life was left in their lungs
But the story does not end there
There were a few who saw this injustice
And said how is this fair to hang a man for having the audacity to want to be free
Who understood education is and was the key
Chop down the tree but the roots will remain
Still entangled in our thoughts of injustice and pain, But
a new tree has been planted and watered with hope