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Orisha Goddess Yemoja
Blinders on while wearing clean garments passed down by whores
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain
Color blinded by whitewashed morality, nevertheless, ugly voices raised in union standing and holding hands in the synagogue of His holy name
Who dare to cast the first stone in life, muted voices who render daily strife
Man to man, woman to woman, accepting kisses to become naturalization wives
We learn to accept
Not what sounds good or looks best
Orisha God Obatala
The doctrine of love is Hell, hoping to be found in Heaven with treasures given of infinity
Turning cheeks for the meek, to the other side, only to hear whispers to keep faith and believe
Eyes closed in the realm of sleep
Killing us as blood seeps in the streets
Look down at the palms of your empty hands
Judgments given to the air to condemn, woman, child, or man
When was the last time you prayed for this world just to survive in it, your presence, you question daily just to understand
Have you given of self in sickness to hear dying heartbeats when on its last chance
Tight shoes where your feet have been could never journey upon my ancestral’ s land
Orisha Goddess Yemoja
The base of man’s spine, the Holy Quran stirring, circulating in his bone marrow
To glimpse into the past, the strength of his intellect seeking the truth while keeping his eyes on the Sparrow, the road to redemption of self, is always narrow
Man of prestige, in his earthly swag, the footsteps always know his destination
The superiority of his robe outlasts generational time, in his staff, overstretching the wonders of fertile land, to repel the wind comenth upon it, bringing strife and bitter salvation
The twelve tribes of Isreal, I hear your whispers in recourse
Louder in battle then the thundering hooves of your chariots and horses
I placed the Atef Crown upon his head, the enlightenment motif around his neck to endure, worn with pride
When swords clashed, in the claim of his victory you stood against the sky as death and life did collide
The bearer of the Cross, in the inviolability of garnishing a mental christening
To arid minds, praise in its benediction
Orisha God Obatala
Men salvation by ancient rites of passage worn by Pharaoh wherever he may go
Egyptian mummification ceremonies, laid upon, as the last rites were written as foretold
Breath of life through its electromagnetic properties waved under the nose
The body of preservation
A religious practice without any reservations
Swaying to the rhythm of lost souls as man mercies to weep for life when his feet can no longer, walk, slide or dance
Love of life in the universe is to console as it is given like the Psalms of a soulful romance
I am as I see, the core of this Yoruba God benevolence degree blessed by the Ankh upon my neck from the beginning to be
No magic ceremonial rites to define the greater gifts found in the wonders of our spiritual West Africa creed
Orisha Goddess Yemoja
I am earth, fire, water, and air
Blessed upon from my toes to my head and every single strand of my hair
I stand in my nakedness, my beauty, and I bow to the world in solemn truth
Cloak you within my bosom, allow justice yo follow my steps in cosmic pursuit
Orisha God Obatala
In the creation myth, Obatala descended from the heavens on a golden chain, carrying sand, a white hen, and a palm nut. He poured the sand onto the waters, and the hen scattered it to form dry land, which became Ife, the sacred city of the Yoruba people. He then molded humans from clay, and Olorun breathed life into them. However, during his work, ?batala drank palm wine and accidentally created imperfect beings, leading him to become the protector of people with disabilities.
Orisha Goddess Yemoja
She is often depicted as a nurturing yet powerful deity, embodying the essence of water, calm and life-giving, but also capable of great force. According to Yoruba mythology, when her waters broke, they created the first rivers and streams, giving birth to the first humans. She is also linked to the moon, cowrie shells, and the colors blue and white.
