i emerged from olokun's waters
put one foot on the path, and ogun took my hand...
oya's winds push me forward
like harriet tubman's pistol
while obatala hands me bottles of fortified poland spring water
oshun keeps me laughing and feeds me honey
flashing my image in her mirror
so i can see how beautiful the journey makes me
while damballah sways in the grass nearby
reminding me of the beauty of rebirth
(c) 2006-07 l.a.m.