How We Juneteenth

Unless you spring from a history that is smug and reckless, unless you've vowed yourself blind to a ceaseless light, you see us. We are a shea-shined toddler writhing through Sunday sermon, we are the grizzled elder gingerly unfolding his last body. And we are intent and insistent upon the human in ourselves.

Bentzion Goldman
Source: How We Juneteenth