Space
The ocean is mother
These are the ways of dark caves in the sea
Black king Olokun
Your daughter is life
A blue maraca
Over waves
Omio yeye
Ebbo Fi Eboada
Yemoja please speak:
From time immemorial
My sister Oshun
Kisses salt in sweet water
Her mirror shows beauty
Her hips sensuality
Her lips sooth the demons
And her knife slices too
If I call her here lightly
Your honey will form
But first
The salt dies on the leaf
Snails say that humanity runs short
The source in the wells
Needs tapping
The root needs water for survival
You heard
Your judgment day
Is to resurrect grandmother wisdom
And throw way the patriarchs of greed
Plunge hands in soil
Drink Springs unplasticed
Breathe air for transmutation
Sharpen mind like bullets
Remember for nine months
You swam in MY oceans
So now when you feel it
Call out my name
Oshun
She has suffered
She knows we all we got
She broke your waters so you could be baptized in air
Her Queendom is of
The honey cultivated
When she gave all she had
So that humans
Who have forgotten the labor
Of growing their food
Might not starve
So that separation
Between the natural
And the human
Would reverse
And that humans might see
There is no shelter
From what we are
The disease
And the cure
Ashe
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