Strange Fruit
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  • Parts 1
  • Time <5 mins
Complete, First published Jun 09, 2020
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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