Strange Fruit
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Complete Tue, Jun 9, 2020<5 mins
A poem by Angela Stanard who is 13 years old. Strange Fruit is a poem that illustrates the death of slaves being lynched by an African American girl's point of view in line waiting to be lynched.
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