Cries

 

 

I cry the forsaken cry
Obatala
I deny.

Oshun
Leads me to her
Rivers.
I am dismissed with
Creative bliss.

I cry the forsaken cry
Oya
Changes the wind
Thunder claps
I let out a sigh.

Crumbles does my life
When you deny.
Oggun I think you are
Hide if you must
Honey from my lips
Draws you into this
Bliss...
Creative
Reflective
Futility and indolence
Dismissed.

------------©Sheenae Westmoreland