This is a piece I wrote awhile ago. But since it's Juneteenth figure it's a good time to post. 400 years, 400 years, 400 years! How dare you tell me to forget! I can still hear the screams of slaves The crack of the whip on Kunta back Forcing him to change his name This ball and chain had been around my peoples ankles for far to long! And you want me to let it go, quit crying while you still lying Not admitting your wrongs Hell na, we still fighting Executive order after executive order To erase Amerikkkas dark history of slavery Removal of DEI legislation You killed Malcolm and Martin Used them as martyrs We should've listened to Marcus Garvey And escaped this God forsaken place back to Africa Give me my damn reparations So I can bounce out this place And I'm sick and tired of being told to forgive and forget And pray to make it go away Pray for my oppressors How, when they continue to be aggresive You realize the original intent of the police was to catch runway slaves Nothing changed They still doing the same Just traded the plantation for prison Insisting on giving us legnthy sentences When the judge slams that gavel He just unraveled our civil rights Our time is life Cheap labor for major corporations Nothing but profit for them As my people still condemned Steadily hemmed up by this cruel unjust system Lady liberty a bitch She's nothing but a Karen Staring at me with hate in her eyes Using these white old guys To keep us in this ball and chain

What can one achieve in a moment? A mouthful of mercy. A changed direction. A decision not to drown inside somebody else’s storm. I used to blow up situations like fireworks in closed rooms, too loud to hear truth, too bright to see damage. My feelings came fast, hips of hurricanes, heart full of heat, hands shaking with “don’t leave me” language. I made homes out of panic, turned silence into sirens, 🚨 turned waiting into wars, turned love into labor. Rhythms of overthinking kept drumming in my ribs: doom, bloom, assume, consume, every argument became a tomb. But healing arrived softly. Not in thunder. Not in speeches. Not in someone finally choosing me. It came when I chose myself without apology. A moment taught me I do not have to explode to prove I hurt. I can pause. Breathe through the bruise. Untie my worth from another person’s moods. Now I practice smaller reactions, gentler refrains, letting discomfort pass through without setting fire to everything. Because co-dependency is confusing rescue for romance, confusing chaos for closeness, confusing being needed with being loved. And I am learning slowly, stubbornly that peace does not abandon me, just because somebody else walks away. So when my mind starts building bombs out of misunderstandings, I whisper back to myself: Not every tremble needs to become an earthquake.

What Is Juneteenth? Juneteenth is more than a date. It is memory. It is truth. It is resistance. It is every story that refused to disappear. This prompt series invites writers, poets, storytellers, and truth-tellers to engage the history, the pain, the legacy, and the questions still waiting for answers. From injustice to identity. From remembrance to reckoning. Choose a prompt. Write boldly.Speak honestly. Leave your fingerprints on the conversation. Because some stories were buried on purpose. Write It. Speak It. Change It. Love & Lyrics Angel Kim ❤️ #LoveAndLyrics #JuneteenthPromptSeries #WriteItFromTheHeart #BlackStoriesMatter #PoetryCommunity

Today centers contact around: Pride What are some enjoyments in your life that you take absolute pride in. Where/ When do you feel like you truly blossom? A small trace. A mark left without explanation. What you offer can be brief. A line. An image. An acknowledgment. Leave it where attention happened to land. Here's My Offering. I feel like I truly blossom and thrive when I am around art. It doesn't necessarily have to be poetry. Anywhere that allows creativity to flourish is right up my alley. I enjoy all art forms. Rather it's partaking in it myself or watching from the sidelines as a fan admiring art for its true beauty.

(Activity) Inner Weather Check (Exercise) Name your current internal climate using weather language. One phrase or term only. No explanation. __________ Here’s My Offering (Example): Atmospheric conditions: tired beyond sleep, craving restoration. #SouthernSeoulSpeaks #Tresduravia #SeoulScribez