The journey of Iris’s Diaspora

I was born in NYC but Guyana gave me life. My ancestors worked with the sun and lived as one with the Earth. It welcomed me with ample mosquito bites and sweet shaved ice with carnation at every corner. It is the place that my father thinks was better when the British ruled but still leaves its indigenous voiceless. It is the place that if I look close enough, the Demerara river can be found in…