Her words are deep, and perhaps, far too deep, because they do not come from her heart. She writes and speaks with passion only because her words come from the pitch of her stomach. As these words travel up her torso, they avoid her heart like a plague.
“Yemoja” [Artist Unknown]
She is hurt
and she is weak
and she is dying slowly,
but it’s not for her listeners who need healing to see…
Something about your poem caught my eye and then i read it and fell in love.. and saw the picture of my orisha yemaya and i knew i was meant to read your poem xx thank you for sharing
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Honour to Yemoja; blessings to us! Thanks for reading.
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Yes!
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I’m falling in love with your words one poem at a time 🙂
Thanks for sharing.
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