(Not Just On) Juneteenth
Been a little over year Of people having to be reminded of what black is A reminder of the anger and a reminder of the sadness Still the fact is It shouldn’t take a trauma for you to understand a trauma Only thing we are doing is piling it up Adding a comma Some try to be empathetic others will just call it drama And God got something for they ass I’m a call it karma What goes around comes back around And let’s just use it to describe 2020 We traded chains and shackles For cuffs and death Something we saw too many A nation went from uniting like minded people To further put a division between everyone To the point that folks can’t even be subtle with their racism So what can one do? We continue to be a voice We continue to be the change We continue to persevere We have to… We have to withstand any and everything Now so those that come after us don’t have to as hard Just as generation after generation had to Just remember me as the bridge Someone on the journey to a better life I’m black I’m proud Give me my flowers while I’m here And not just on Juneteenth Everyday And don’t forget me when I’m gone Bio: Follow R.D. Johnson on twitter @r_d_Johnson Check out his work on the Poetry Question with RDJ's Replays https://thepoetryquestion.com/category/replay-rdj/ Read His work on dailydrunkmag.com R.D. Johnson is a pushcart nominee, a best of the net nominee for Fevers of the Mind "(Not Just On) Juneteenth"