YEMOJA’S BLEEDING HEART

She travels the length and breath of earth in despair.

With her heart, shattered in an infinity of pieces,

She courses through her great oceans in a bid to find 

Her lost children,

The children close to her heart that were sold into thousands of years of torture

By their brothers through trickery and heartless mischievousness.

She weeps as she travels through time;

Backwards, forward, beyond, and even through the tiniest units

Of time that not even the eye of a needle is smaller than.

She searches for the souls of her beloved children 

To comfort them, restore their strength, and rejuvenate them with

Her ever flowing milk that fertilises the earth.

 

The rivers and oceans that were formed when her water broke

Have now been contaminated with her tears

And the blood and bodies of her children thrown overboard.

Yemoja’s tears have caused a stir in the world of the marine spirits;

Agitated in their habitat by Her tears, they travel;

Swim, fly, walk, into all realms of men and women’s lives,

Looking for empty souls they can occupy as their new homes.

 

The sadness of Yemoja’s heart has caused a fury 

That has been sent to plague the lands of her other selfish 

Children who sold their flesh and blood for a taste of ownership

Of the click of death.

Yemoja’s fury rages on as the seeds of the fruits of her womb

Germinate and try to grow in foreign lands where

Their growths are tormented by the bitterness of Medusa’s 

Lake with which they are watered.

Her rage burns on in the spirits and bodies of her children’s children 

Beyond the vast nautical miles of ancient Atlantis, 

In the countries of Abya Yala.

They sing and chant and cry and rage with their mother’s 

Spirit inside them, as they clamour for their humanity

To be recognised.

 

Yemoja weeps for the memories of her first-born children

Whose names are gradually being forgotten

In the lands of their children, and whose sanctities 

Are being desecrated with the abominations 

Of the ones who believe in the jealous deity who shares no glory.

 

Yemoja’s heart bleeds for her children 

Who do all they can to strip themselves of 

The colours they were born with.

Her head cowered in shame, she laments bitterly

About the foolishness that drives the souls

Of her children into unending years of being lost.

She courses through the length and breadth of the earth,

In and out of the world of the living, the underworld, the afterlife,

And the worlds in between where souls get trapped;

She travels through all these to gather her children

And let them feed from her bosom and be whole again.

Yemoja’s bleeding heart bleeds for the ones she loves.

Let us pay heed to Mother’s cry and go back to her tender heart.