Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

These blessings are wild. Like the palm of my hands, soft. We come in peace, dreaming, for this gift of understanding isn’t like us. We live life long like a star, bright, like a blaze of light, shines, for this thing called life. We whisper, even as soul shivers, this brilliance that floods us, begins, with answering to our name, answering our name.