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Fighting for Freedom Still: Juneteenth Then and Now

Though we come from struggle and marginalized institutions, with our strength pulsing through our fists, we birth something beyond the struggle. Happy Juneteenth! #blissfulart

To not know freedom is real.

Imagine the jar lid opening but never knowing freedom.

The chains are broken but how to be free: that is the question

Well, we thank God each day for another day

Though violence, genocide, lynching, Jim Crow, and segregation, we resist and we rise.

Though the powerful seek to erase us and our history, we persist.

We fight and we try…and try.

We lift our heads to the sky though society says we belong in the ground

Though Juneteenth was monumental then we still encounter modern forms of oppression

High incarceration rates, racial discrimination, voter suppression, hate crimes, black maternal mortality rates, disparities in society…it never stops.

We still resist the stigma, we still want to be free.

We still fight for injustice and we still are fighting for our lives to matter.

But just as our ancestors, we lift our heads to the sky and we try.

And we try.

Blissfully,

Bianca

Posted in Poems of Bliss

The Power of Roots

Dirt so dry, dark, and dirty

Dirt so muddy and opaque from the harsh storms

And yet roots start to form

Storms provide the struggle but the lessons from rain come to the roots

Then the roots extend and extend till it is stronger

The deeper the roots, the firmer the plant stands.

Storms do not go away, they will always come

But roots, draw from its water and continue to grow and expand

Blissfully,

Bianca