I am Unfurled in Headwraps and my Mother Continent. Kente and Mud cloth.
Multiple umbilical cords. Links to lost languages and cultures drawing me back to my native grounds.
Made pilgrimage to the tree where he spun. Left to rot. Rope cut by lightening. His bones swallowed by earth. For us they emerged from sacred lands. The more we dug the more you came forth. Prayer and tears were our anointing.
Unfurl the cloths of many colors Brown bodies America return to Africa. Whole once again. My wandering souls now home. Daughters of the Dust fly home.
Oshun. Yemaya Sweet Water Goddess Welcomes Me Harmony Home