Strange Fruit as performed by Billie Holiday

Southern trees bear strange fruit,

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,

Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,

For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,

For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,

Here is a strange and bitter crop.

To whom it may concern, Justice for Aiyana Jones

"Something has to be done about the murder of Aiyana Jones, an innocent 7 year-old child, killed at the hands of police.

There is no excuse for this. Not one.

Something has to be done about the MANY innocent black people who have been killed by those WE pay to "protect and serve".

How long will America continue to allow the police to kill innocent black people and get away with it?

How long will the police be suspended WITH pay after MURDERING innocent black people.

How long will police officers get a mere slap on the hand while innocent black people receive NO JUSTICE?

We are no longer separate, but we definitely are NOT treated equally.

This country was built off the backs, sweat, tears, and destruction of my black people. We are owed so much more, and I refuse to allow these tragedies to continue.

I am only one person, but with the help of many that feel the same as I do, changes WILL be made.

Will you be an innocent bystander, or will you take action?

What do you REALLY stand for?"

This is a letter I wrote and emailed to our President, Senators, Representative, and will mail to the Supreme Court. My resources are limited, but it is a start, and you can do the same for free. If you choose to, copy my letter verbatim, speak your mind; whatever you choose to do, we must ACT.

I will lift my voice higher than facebook, twitter, and blogs against the atrocities committed against my people. Though I do not trust ANY politician, nor have faith in the Mock Democracy of this so-called great country, I vote, always have. So pessimistically, I write this letter to whom it may concern, knowing they are not.

Below are links to the President, Senators, and Representatives. Please write to them, we've got to FLOOD them with our concerns.

Aiyana is not the first, there are so many others I can list; but I will do what I can to make her the last victim of police brutality.

http://www.whitehouse.gov/contact

https://www.senate.gov/general/contact%5Finformation/senators%5Fcfm.cfma

https://writerep.house.gov/writerep/welcome.shtml

http://usgovinfo.about.com/blsupct.htm

SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!

everybody doesn’t like what you like, how you like it, and why you like it. try NOT to argue the minuscule things.
i can’t stand folk trying to get famous on FaceBook, take that BULLSHIT somewhere else, i don’t wanna hear it, you crowding my timeline!
p.s. you are not Khaled, you are not “THE BEST!”
p.s.s.s.s. if i wanted to hear a sermon i’d go to church.

No End in Sight

Today I went to check my email and saw an article on Yahoo! Health, midway through reading I come across this quote:

“Problem is, a lot of what food marketers try to sell us as “juice” is about as healthy for you as, well, being chased down a highway in a white Ford Bronco.”

Why the fuck & what the fuck does O.J. Simpson have to do with health? Why would the author mention that? It’s so far off base. Only a racist would have that punchline in their back pocket waiting to use it EVERY chance they got, another blow for the black man.

This shit is getting real old. As I read in an article posted onTheGrio.com, a black man who has been accused of doing wrong will be persecuted and nailed to the cross by the media, guilty until proven innocent. Even if proven innocent, biased opinions & perspectives outweigh what the courts have decided. His white counterpart in the same predicament is seen as just another person who has made a mistake… no big deal.

I ask myself, when are THEY going to get over it? I see no end in sight.