Today while riding my mower on this beautiful indian summer day, I heard “Strange Fruit” by Billie Holiday for the first time. I’ve heard it a hundred times before, regrettably, without hearing the words.
“Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
I’m ashamed, and in wonder of these brave words given the time they were sung by this woman.

I’ve linked some additional info, do look. Lyrics.

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