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He said of his people,
“…We are all in the gutter together…
[But]…our eyes are on the stars…”
Little did he realize that our eyes
Were wide opened and peering—
The prize—melting oppression’s bars:-
Indeed, no matter the treacherous times
That are, we’re always forgotten;
Memories of us –left alone—in the filthy trashing
Black gutter; left as garbage to be rotten.
As wild as this may read; as wild as this may sound
Just know it’s awareness still around.
Let us ever be mindful that it is we ourselves
Who must maintain focus on our liberation;
Remember, the Civil War was really about
What was best for an economy; not for our
Enslaved ancestors! Hey, remember JUNETEENTH!
