Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Memories of our gathering resurface every 2 years, around the 4th of July. You dressed in red, blue, white. We draped in orange wrappers and dark green blouses the color of evergreen leaves. Plus it’s as if we are both celebrating our independence, our freedom, only difference is that we free and you are not and this is not our roots, it is yours and though our souls may wandered, the day is rainy and this is how we both remain free.