My roots were grown in the deep south
Fully grown and ready to become a habitat and bring shade
from the scorching sun rays, while resting songbirds who symphonize the beginning of day
But I began too become a display for corpses to decay as I watched on seeing a mob walk away
Not before they took pictures so they could relish those moments with “souvenirs to mount
Grown to reach the heavens but below me were acts filled with venom
Hell would be proud of this crowd
Dangling lives for so many decades I’ve lost count
Maybe that’s due to all the frightened screams and broken necks I’ve got to take into account
Remnants of their spirits
Use powers to carve their faces on me as a reminder
Of the day they were executed
Giving pressure to my branches that once held them
Wondering why I was a victim in this situation
Unbearable to hold onto the weight that I carried for years
My branches full with leaves snap instantly
Until I’m naked with nothing to show for
As months pass by I begin to notice my branches won’t grow
Winter comes along and now I’m covered in snow
Finally realizing every season of the year all the towns southern whites came to me to see a “show”
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