
A Freedom I Believe In
So we gathered on Juneteenth, hollering and whooping, as a testament to the impossible.
So we gathered on Juneteenth, hollering and whooping, as a testament to the impossible.
How did we find it? Where exactly did this core memory take place?
Aware the world cannot grant safety, Black love fashions its own shelter.
What makes their art dance as a pair?
I can’t know the spot where an elderly lady always sold them fresh sugar bread or the field where they played ampe.
I was privately affirming truths, moments I felt seen by someone who spoke the words of my heart, and serendipitous findings.
Regardless of how much I studied, read, and prayed, I would never be permitted to preach in front of a congregation.
Many animal species flock together, but starlings, humble and social songbirds found across the world, are the only airborne creatures who can collectively stir and swoop.
Or was I the only one in high school who used the Lonely Planet guide to France to map out the bakeries I wanted to visit?
I started to wonder if it was wise to trust and admire so many people I didn’t truly know.
As I stretch a yawn away, I reach for the daisy stem umbrella by the front door and step out to check the mail.
A cautious attempt at cranberry sauce sat side by side with the more reliable smoky chili sauce, shito.
You couldn’t take me anywhere as a kid.
Jane kept my dreams company as I faced unknowns.
Maybe I need one of those “fragile contents” stickers you get when you buy plates online.
I knew that each page contained not only a tune, but also a message about who we were and who we ought to be—often pious and self-assured.
It feels good to have a growing sense of where I live.
She was content to marvel and learn alongside us instead of being the expert at center stage.
For all my passion, I still hadn’t played nor attended a match, but then again, I’ve always done the best with what I have.
I send a quiet prayer of petition up for my sisters out there adding eggs to their hair routine: “May they remember to switch to the cold faucet.”
We might be able to conjure up crayon-drawn cartoon depictions of its worst manifestations, but that’s where we stop.
This newfound freedom is not packaged individually; it is meant to be shared.
For a people whose survival was never guaranteed, this question is a radical call to evaluate where we are and experiment with what could be.
Those on the Mexican side of the border sing the request while those on the U.S. side respond with rejection, a miniature drama of national proceedings.
And today, when I feel less than my full self in the midst of such urgency to be our best selves, I sway dangerously close to becoming firewood.
I detangle earbuds before including them, ready to start a playlist inspired by fleeting feelings my words can’t capture.
All I know is that during a long vacation, I wandered into a moving tale of dangerous dreams, opportunities to heal former traumas, and people who met at the wrong (or maybe perfect?) time.
But what most makes John Lewis one of my founding fathers is his lifelong rootedness in love.
But now, in the morning as I dress, I am enthralled by all the stories I carry on me and within me.
When it hasn’t rained since January, even the most absent citizen begins to notice.