A Juneteenth Poem by DaRon Johnson
I’ve leapt over tripped ones— Broken ones, ‘fraid ones near death.
I’ve danced on stages the size of my forehead, And I’ve dazzled even through steel bars.
I’ve painted my feet to match. Held my toes on pointe for my entire life— Feet as black as mine learn to be careful.
I’ve inhaled hate into my lungs and exhaled love. I, have, dazzled. And I’ve impressed even the hateful— The critics.
Ya’ see, all’s possible in the Negro Ballet.