Yemaya

I went to see someone about my pain and he told me That i had to meet the warrior at the edge of sea "do not carry anger that is not yours" Says el brujo And just like that The sand is a quiet prayer rug under folded knee deep washed ashore Rain passing the cheek A lick of salt from the lip Longing for the wide arms of wind Woozy and restless I rushed toward the deity of living sea Horse of my heart Running to the teacher of tides Wet whisper of all that swims Breathing beneath blue water color I'm here to heal my hurt I fall into the black mermaid of miracle and pearl Mistress of moon and star below Seven glittering waves, splash aquamarine A flamenco skirt dancing on the sky Lightning fast footwork Heaven on my shoulders Arms flirt the clouds, a migrant bird outstretched El brujo rubs my body with the fruit And tears the shirt from my back Mumbling a tongue that teases me faint Tell me you can hear those thrown overboard Teetering on the plank The drowned out screams sink each shriek A shimmering Shimmering face I bury my face in the chest of the ocean Weeping for the voices remembering me God of cerulean scales and gold fins Temper of turbulent rivers, roaring Cleanse me of sadness and sorrow In this grandest lakes, lagoons or streams Yemaya Yemaya I offer I offer you papaya Coconut and cotton flower Deep labyrinth of worlds sunken under Lady who levels the land Queen of atlantis Guaraca beneath Arabian sea The spirit of depth The mapless mountains inward How light goes to rest Vanishing in the opaque Largest body without borders Lines fade Nations Navigating fishing boats filled with dreams That never dock guardian of the glistening ancient graveyard Ghost gossiping with our tunes Fortune teller of shivering shells Soothing these stranger times I do not know I do not know which ancestor gave me this rage But i am ready I am ready I am so ready To lay it down i'm ready to lay down I'm ready to lay it down Asé Me traiga su bendición me libre de todo mal reina del mar Madre de chango guerrera de mi corazón Bendice a cada oriente, a cada oriente Bendice [Outro: Assata Shakur] I hope that I can live up to my mother's example And i hope that I can live up to my ancestor's expectations Because I really believe that I have a duty To all those that have become before me To all this who lie at the bottom of the ocean To all those who lost their lives Whether it is in the cane fields, or cotton fields Or you know, hanging off some tree to continue the struggle And to continue to love And to continue to believe And to continue to try to be human To be giving