My papa use to say there were all kinds of fruit trees
Never understood the meaning behind papa saying
Jus thought he crazy
Until that late afternoon
Sun shining so bright
People use to say
God done bless them skies and Devil resting for tonite
Me and papa driving that old dirt road in silence
Me thinking way mary ain,t came yet
Mary mother nature saying you a woman now
I saw this fruit hanging from that old oak tree Black as Blue
No shoes on them feet
A negro man I yell to papa rope tide around that wimping neck
Papa saw too Child turn your head
Close them eyes u saw nothing he said
Say a word and we all be Dead
My life change that late afternoon
My words few and silent with drew
I knew why Mary didn,t show
I was with child grown folks knew too
The child papa was
Mr.Frank ole hoe
We do nasty for a nickle in back of his stow
I save them nickles to leave soon this i knew my baby do soon
The day my baby came as white as
snow
I remember that old fruit hanging from that oak tree
So me and Missy left with three jars of nickles and a bag full of rest
Went to them city lights
Work two jobs with Missy always insight
My Missy would head off to school with her future blowing thru them winds while i work hard to make each day mend
Them ole negro boys love my Missy
Blond curly hair form around beauty
My Missy never return one day from school
I waited on her all day until the nite became dew
Next day came and gone
I knew then my Missy dead
Beaten so bad no one who Missy was
My child dead and gone
Then i remember that old fruit tree
I knew then what papa was saying to me
Grown folks business don,t you tell
My Missy dead at fourteen hanging from that old fruit tree...

That was awesome.

WOW!!!!!! I love your writing

what a powerful and sad tale...well done.

Me too!!!!


You are soooo on my favorites list!!! You are one of the few that go to my soul!