 Renee B. Drummond is a renown poetria and artist from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is the author of: The Power of the Pen, SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER, Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs, and Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight. Her work is viewed on a global scale and solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!” NO HONOR AMONGST RATS! Deprived of strength, power and/or efficiency; weakened to believe SLAVERY AIN’T FOR FREE. AKA castrated thug; once served tHis country as thoroughbred studs. Pure breed. NOT made in China. Rather, Afrika’s finest of finest trees! America’s creed: We the people For the people By the people: Castrate you ~~~~~ In the name of The Father, Son and Holy Spirit too! A B.A.D. Poem Dedicated to: Lest we forget Slavery. Strange Fruit Momma don’t have. Poppa don’t have. An’ I certainly ain’t got my own. A black ‘chile’ AIN’T SAFE eccentric as can be rooted in ‘dem’ very odd outlandish weeds. No-one comes to water strange fruit; let lone care bout us, we and/or Mrs. Peculiar. O’ that be me. Poppa don’t have Momma don’t have; did God really bless the ‘chile’ whose got ‘HER’ own? In them fields ‘dem’ warriors moan an’ groan ‘rappin’ ‘wit’‘sum’ pep in their step ‘talkin’ that walk while foot soldiers ‘pickin’ ‘dat’ cotton hand ‘ov’r’ barrel all the ‘daze’ long. Nope, poppa don’t have. Nope, momma don’t have. But God, why didn’t ‘FREE LABOR’ allow us; to have our own? Yeah, I’m ‘sayin’ it loud 40 acres and a mule late we’re sick and tired, black an’ USE to be proud! DON’T under estimate me. If history’s shown us anything; STRANGE FRUIT’S been known to take root. Just study our genealogy an’ watch them B.A.D. weeds sow ‘sum’ very strange strange seed. A B.A.D. Poem Dedicated to: “And he spake many things unto them in parables, saying, Behold, a sower went forth to sow; And when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up: Some fell upon stony places, where they had not much earth: and forthwith they sprung up, because they had no deepness of earth: And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away. And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprung up, and choked them: But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold. Who hath ears to hear, let him hear” (Matthew 13:3-9 KJV). Run Spot Run. Teachers made us feel as though we were that ‘INK’ dot on Spot. Therefore, We read with no hope faith love nor smile an’ certainly saw no other black ‘chile’ related to us in them storybook lines. So, we knew that we knew that we knew; without a shadow of a doubt to run spot run cause this ‘kinda’ ‘learnin’ AIN’T For EVERYONE! A B.A.D. Poem Dedicated to: “Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth” (2 Timothy 2:15 KJV). Black Bodies ‘Swangin’.
Abel Meeropol proclaims strange fruit’s common in the South. But Father, on this very day the North, East and West practices ‘summadat’ same ole same ole mess. Yeah, I’d say on any given “Holiday” Billie that ‘iz’; them black holes been ‘sportin’ ‘SUM’ strange fruit at its best these days. The more colored ‘thangs’ change; the more strange fruit ‘wit’ black bodies begin to ‘swang’. A B.A.D. Poem Dedicated to: “The God of our fathers raised up Jesus, whom ye slew and hanged on a tree” (Acts 5:30 KJV).
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