In honor of Juneteenth and our ancestors, here is a poem I wrote today. It is titled, Juneteenth.
Your blood called out from the fields
And the sea
From the lands of Africa to America, it travelled far.
Divided families, mutilated bodies, and broken hearts
Centuries of trauma
Loads of pain
Hard to carry
Yet, you remained
You learned to communicate in songs of unity and soul
Yet all the more with routes and warnings, hope and expression
I couldn’t imagine the stress and fear you felt, let alone the depression
One by one you begin to fight
Through the tracks of a secret railroad
And the united conductors and station masters you fled
You rose, like Black Moses,
and you led
You spoke and you learned to read
Even if it meant whips and death
Your hope fought through turmoil and pain
Oppression and hate
Your bodies were weary, your souls were drained
On Juneteenth of 1865
They informed you, you were free
No longer bound by chains and slavery
Through the continued years of advocacy, hope, fight and travail,
The future generations could now excel
And be recognized for all of our contributions and the life that exist within us
The fight that exist within us
The resilience despite the plight against us.
There is still generational trauma and racism that preside
But thanks to you, our ancestors, we have learned to persevere and our perseverance has not died.
We can proudly say that we love who God created us to be.
We are Black, we are human, and we are free.