A Tribute To Opal Lee and Juneteenth

Woke up this morning with freedom on my mind. I’m perpendicular to the blessed ground, well and alive— It’s Juneteenth and it’s break-out celebration time— It’s going to be a beautiful day God has allowed me to survive. Everywhere I’ve been, I’ve always celebrated Juneteenth day— From the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific, to the Caribbean, I would go; From Freeport to Houston, to LA, to the shores of Montego Bay; Then down there on the Virginia shores of a beach Blacks call Buckroe. We’re all celebrating what the ancestors long ago won for you and me— And today, we sing and give God the praises for blessed GrandMa, Opal Lee! And though down in that part of Texas, there may not be a roaring surf, You can imagine the magnitude of the celebration going on down in Ft. Worth! I got the grill out and the meat is now smoking with the smell of sage bar-b-que And I’m selecting the music as I stand here sipping on an ice cold Corona brew; Got some New Orleans-Texas style Gumbo with fresh seafood just off the boat; Even got some authentic jerked chicken and homemade seasoned curry goat! Hey, look around and you will see, people of coal color, cream, and snow-color:- celebrating! Look around and know that the change that was coming is now even more liberating! Oh! just imagine the joy! People partying everywhere in such a jubilant celebration way! Due to the undying efforts of Grandmother Opal Lee—Juneteenth! a national holiday!