Ode to the orisha Yemaya,
The Mother of all.
The strength of the seas,
The tenderness of maternal love.
Skin like volcanic glass below,
Hair like the Pacific surface,
Arms that hold all of us.
Fierce and indomitable,
A warrior queen on the royal seat of Earth,
Emboldened sword to protect us.
The crash of the waves,
Of which we were brought forth,
Holds us, and takes us away.
Love of a fierce mother I won't forget.
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