#nonospoems

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