Ode to a daughter of Ochun:

We believe that we are capable

However, you’ve thrown dirt in the wind

to see whom it will stain

You know you can and shouldn’t

But  the need to cover up your own stains

Clouds your decisions

so you’ve removed the stain so you think

now keep on keeping on

Community is what you strive for

yet your so concerned with what you think you have to protect

you can't seem to see the

thin line of thread that's being woven into

a cloak of ACHO to bring the COMMUNITY

your soul so desperately needs

scratching and whining like a child who has lost

its favorite toy you throw tantrums to

project your regurgitated bowel from

swollen lips that are bitter

We believe that the shells of our ancestors

hold the key to help

 "change the conditions of our lives"

but the words you don't hear,

So fine tune  your hearing

Remove the cotton outta your ears

to make up your mind

about what you think is being said,

instead of hearing what you think is said

Tearing down your sister so you can lift up

your chin, laying words of negative on souls

that are just as bruised and tired as yours

giving advice when you have not looked in the mirror

called self.

I believe that I have been here

before and have come again

to shine the light of the mirror

in the face of negative, in the foot-hold of jealousy

and to remove the stabs of deception

You know you can but you don't

because you have a small stain

so you removed the stain now keep

on keeping on...