It may not be my culture
But resonates with my soul
A deeper part of me
That knows what it knows

There is a big Black woman
Who has my back
Pushing me forward
When courage I lack

She is the Mama
Who heals all my wounds
Who rocks me to sleep
With her soft, lovely croons

And there is a Grandmother
Who lives in the trees
She talks to the birds
And hums with the bees

She is the ocean
The river, the lake
She is the rain
What storms she can make!

She is the sweet fawn
And ferocious she bear
She is the Mother of nature
We’re all under her care

And there is a white witch!
Auntie taught me to bake
She grows the herbs
That I add to my paints

She lives by her wits
Her intuition is keen
She hides in the shadows
And rarely is seen

She follows no man
Their rules are pure bunk
They want to separate body from soul
Like stink from a skunk

And, I know a guy
With the soul of Sister
Confusing man’s little brain
Is he miss or mister?

But the soul isn’t shackled
To man’s limited thoughts
The energy of love
Is an essence not taught

If you scratch your own heart
You’ll wake up your soul
Energies surround us
Tap into that flow

So, no, I’m not from Africa
Or on the Dawes Rolls
The soul has no boundaries
It just goes where it goes…

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