Nina Simone
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attic beams bearing strange fruit
chair on the floor and bruise at the loop
queer friends hanging in the silent eaves
strange fruit dangling from the wooden beams
Amber skin like maple sap
Opal eyes like a sticky trap
Catch your heart with fairy wings
Snares your soul every time she sings
Powerful women sing their powerful songs
My mother wanted to name me Nina.
The dreamer.
Talented, highly flavored and strong.
A woman whose voice spanned generations.
My arms are long,
My hair is wooly, no
I am not worried because,
Who will ever see?
You know my back is strong and,
Just as sturdy as it can be.. after
