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Yemaya * (meditation on water)
she lives in a forest of blue
beneath sunlight and stars
she wanders between oceans
and time and wayward
serpents chanting. |
Erzulie: The Journey
Beginnings
to the Caribbean you came,
a dutiful spirit in the belly of a ship
carrying its black gold to the shores of
new world disorder
you were the song in their
mouths, a whispered prayer
you kept rhythm with their chain linked
limbs memory of love dance birth and
sweet things with you heaven was on
earth and the earth moved
bowed to the thickness and
blackness of you, the mama of all things
beautiful.
The Atlantic
you birthed babies on slave ships
blessed the wombs of women torn
apart by men who forgot they were
men and they women your arms
clung to the children thrown over
board babies never to see cotton
tobacco , rum, Agwe, your love,
received them baptizing the discarded
ones into a watery grave of freedom.
War
and you stood with papa gu
as your babes from congo togo
benin ibo land joined as one
mighty fist at the site of fire in your
eyes french blood stained the
fields the price of black liberation
spun on the edge of hoe and machete.
Rebirth
you spoke french in the new land
the skin that housed your bones
fused the face of slave and slave
master you adapted
like your children surviving
between the rhythms of france
spain and turtle island
with flowers at your feet
you danced congo and
guinea land into the soil
into the roots into the mambo
into the priest into the church
into the pierced heart of those
who would remember you
defiantly sacred. |