Young, Black, and talented, like Hansberry
But I feel like I’m dying, drying up like
A raisin in the sun, hoping for salvation
Praying my freedom comes
It’ll be so sweet
My own private Juneteenth
No shackles on my ankles
No gates to stop my feet
O sweet relief!
Waiting to exhale
Not unlike Angela or Whitney
Get my groove back
No Stella
Walk out like Mandela
Head high
Dreams higher than the sky
Priorities in order
A lot of lessons learned
I can’t wait for the day
My dream is no longer deferred
