Sometime in June
A poetic tribute to Juneteenth
A beautiful day for everyone who looks like me.
What do I see? Countless shades of Black walking around free.
For Black people in this country life started as a death sentence.
That is until we made our way to independence.
Our ancestors dreamed of a day where the bondage would end.
Yet we still wonder when will the equality begin.
America has always viewed melanin as a reason to die.
Yet here the Black babies stand and we fly high.
I urge every African American to honor each other.
Take care of one another like blood sisters and brothers.
Toll the bells and let freedom ring. Red, Black and Green.
Hope gleams. It’s not over until our ancestors sing.
Justice and freedom may not come right soon.
Yet we will continue our journey some time in June.
About the Creator
Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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