When  you see us in the street,

Do you still get mad?

Because you no longer see us with handcuffs and tags?
Is it really that bad to see our kind free?

To go all the way back

To a day called “Juneteenth”?

Is it an abomination to you,

Because we are not the same color?

Is it our walk? Our talk?

Or how we call strangers “Brother”?

Do you see us as people

Who have big dreams?

Or do you see us as the type of people

Who kill and steal things?

Do you really see us as humans,

When we make mistakes and fall?

Or do you really….I mean really see us as nothing at all?

On that day of June 19th,

We were free from picking cotton

But we still had some grief,

And we felt like we were forgotten

Not everything got better

In just that one day,

Because we were still tormented

And treated bad in every way 

But I’m still thankful to God

That we got through

I’m grateful for everything our ancestors did,

I wonder…are you?