Is it a boy?
Is it a girl?
Is it cute?
Pack a brown paper bag with fruit!
Go to the hospital.
Tell my daughter
you brought her fruit.
See if that baby is lighter than the bag of fruit.
You hold that baby.
Look at that baby.
Look at that brown paper bag of fruit.
See if that baby is darker than that bag of fruit.
Take this message to my daughter.
You look her in the eye.
You tell her the truth.
She cannot come home if that baby is darker than that bag of fruit.
Sorry Ms. Dixie! I’s can tell you now:
that baby’s daddy is SMUT BLACK.
What’s that? He’s a dark purple black; tall and cute.
I know that baby is going to be darker than this here bag of fruit.
You go to the hospital.
You tell my daughter
I sent her fruit.
She is not to come home with a brown paper bag of fruit.
Take this message to my daughter.
Tell her that baby is baggage.
If I could pass like my aunt does, that man would become strange fruit.
Get rid of that baby, if it’s not lighter than that bag of fruit.
You hold that baby.
Look at that baby.
Look at that brown paper bag of fruit.
Tell her she can never come home with a brown paper bag of fruit.
–@StevieStreets | from Diaspora Decoded: A BROWN PAPER BAG OF FRUIT
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