Juneteenth
It was a normal Day for me when I awoke, tend Massa' children cook breakfast and clean up and such. But I wasn't feeling the same. Something was different. I couldn't put a name to it, but it was different. I could not keep my feet on the ground. I was flying. And then it came like a bee that stings with a passion. It came swifter than a bird flying by. It said I be free.
At first I didn't believe it. But the message came again. It said I be F-R-E-E. No mo tolling, no mo takin care of Massa' childens. No mo serving the Massa at all. I remember I cried and cried and I kept on saying is it true what the people are saying, is it true? I really be F-R-E-E?? This day June 19th 1865. And I found out I be F-R-E-E.
F-R-E-E to laugh and Dance and Sing for Joy. So, I made up a ditty in my head-- that went like this: No mo Massa no mo children and no more house to cook and clean except for myself. Oh God! I be F-R-E-E.
Oh God I truly be F-R-E-E.
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