In recognition 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


And prayerful

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 with God, 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.