As a bi-product
Of
.
Some strange
Inclination in my heart
To live my life
.
I search for information on Juneteenth
And I can feel the eyes on me
And they are dark,
Cold and dead,
And
.
They are
Posing
As
.
A conduit
Spotlighting a gluttonous bigot.
.
I wanted Juneteenth to be mine too and
They hate that.