Monthly Poems 2
July
At the height of summer
beneath the golden light
I remember
how much has changed
in only half a year
Serenaded by the a symphony
of patriotic flares,
but how can I celebrate a nation
that hates so much of who I am
Outcasts and misfits
gathering in verdant forests
chasing the fleeting adventures of youth
devouring watermelon and sweet cherries
If living free means being who you are
then I shall authentically be
for it's July and I like who I'm becoming














