So often I crave the taste of freedom, that I forget there was ever an evolution to my flavor profile.
My tongue has tasted the delicacies that my ancestors insured.
I am in a fortunate position where my soul does not ache for unbridled joy.
Although there are many strides to be made to further the freedoms I currently have, I will never deny the luxuries that have been offered to me through generational sacrifice.
On this day, I smile and dance in the streets that my heels were once foreign to.
I triumph in the moment that is now and give ode to those who made this day a reality.
Dear ancestors, you live vicariously through me and I will feast on the serendipitous freedom that is now coined as everyday life.
I live in color because it is the pigment of my skin that has afforded me this prestigious pride.
Today is a day I celebrate the blessing it is to be Black.
Today is the day I honor my freedom and carry out an undeniably beautiful legacy that is steeped in gratefulness.
Juneteenth is the day in which the taste of freedom is truly ripe.
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