I found this poem to be very interesting, and eye opening. It reminds me of a magnificent poem by Pranav Dhakal, it reads “Being black, does not decide my heart, being white doesn’t determine who I am from inside, nowadays we don’t judge a book by its cover. So why judge a person by their skin color, every skin color is unique we all feelings which get hurt and re-speak, I am mixed race and my mom (who is white) Always told me that we are all equal. God made all of us black or white, we should all be proud that we re-unite. Colour doesn’t matters, just the brain matters, their skin complexion has nothing to do, just their morals,beliefs,intelligence drives-thru. Be like pencil colour, some are beautiful, some are sharp, all are in different colours, but they all learn to live in a box attached.” Before I begin to tell my experience with this poem, I would like to say yes there are some spelling and grammatical errors in this poem, and that’s actually how its written. Anyways, when I was 4 years old, I was spending the afternoon with my grandfather. We were in an auto-parts store, and a white man got upset with the black cashier because the part he needed wasn’t available, and he uttered the words “your people have been known to do this.” I asked my grandfather why he said that, he said some people don’t like people because of the color of their skin. I was completely shocked, I sat in my seat and pondered about it on the silent car ride home. When we arrived, I asked my grandfather why would someone dislike someone else because of the color of their skin? he said, “I do not know, truth is theirs no real reason why.” He then took me by the hand and let me to a massive bookshelf he had in his basement. He grabbed a book with a collection of poems from the center, gave it a quick dust and read me this poem. Being 4 years old I could not comprehend what was read, but I think I have a good sense of what it means now. Sadly, this poem is a reality that we currently live in. Most things don’t really effect me, but for some reason racism fills me with a strange sense of sadness and anger. I’m not qualified being a white 15 year old male, but nothing angers me more than the sight of someone being mistreated because of their skin,sexuality,religion,political views and other similar things. Because there is no valid reason for racism to exist, its just uneducated bigots that decide they are entitled to judge someone, which is absolutely disgusting. And I absolutely despise it, its just so frustrating. When I read things like “Strange Fruits” it just makes me beyond furious, to the point where I have a hard time even admitting that such awful things even happened. But if we can’t admit that they’ve happened, we will never learn from it and history will repeat itself. I just can’t wrap my head around why someone would develop hatred for someone because of the color of their skin, I just don’t get it at all. We live in a modern society, we know better, their is no reason to condone for what happened. But why should it have to continue? If I could hear a reason why we all shouldn’t change, I would be ecstatic to hear it. I think the day when people realize that we are all the same, will be the most glorious day in human history.