DESENDANTS OF STRANGE FRUIT

Strange fruit, now they don’t need no rope
the new nooses shoot bullets, knees on your neck
hands around your throat,
Descendants of strange fruit
still magnolias,
maga twisted branches
still popular,
triggers poppin
our flesh scream from cries within
strange fruit, the harvest of the seed of hate
a bullet and a cover up
covering up that bitter root
Racism is an angry mob
the arms of white privilege are long
picking strange fruit good and plenty, we can’t eat
it’s a bitter root rotten to the core
planted in American soil 
Excerpt from "America The Beautiful" written by Lease L. Youmans


• 100% cotton face
• 65% ring-spun cotton, 35% polyester
• Front pouch pocket
• Self-fabric patch on the back
• Matching flat drawstrings
• 3-panel hood