I feel like killing someone.
Someone has hurt our miko and I feel like killing someone.
Somewhere in the ether, the iyamis are screaming.
Primal women and their spirits;
Clarissa Pinkola Estes Wild Woman
a prism of archetype
a template of female spiritual power
the place where all the rage goes
where all the anger goes
it lives,
the broken souls of women
the containers, vessels of our deferred anger
they have a name
they are real and
they are howling,
screaming.
Their screams join ours.
They hear us.
I am there
it’s me again
and my rapist stands over me,
spitting on my stomach before he leaves.
I hear the waves of the sea below me
I hear my beloved Mother, Yemoja
I hear Her, but I didn’t know Her name
Not then.
Yet she could hear me.
She always hears me.
Even when,
I am small inside of myself
numbed and stupid,
disbelieving, shattered,
scattered
used
abused
wounded;
All things remembered.
Everything being burned and imprinted on me.
Being stamped into the fabric of my spirit
To become this thing that makes me
conscious of all
aware of all
connected to even that
a moment in time and
a man I know not
his penis and it’s invasion.
She heard me then.
She was there with me.
I am there with with miko
I am feeling powerless again
and the i cannot stop crying,
because
right now
there are too many of us
wild women
who are being violated.
we are being hurt and made to pay
for the insecurity of cowards.
I am there with miko
because I was called miko
and people still call me miko
Moments like this
remind me I am never too far
too far
too far
away from where all that anger goes
Someone has hurt our miko
and I want to kill someone.
My power is in my prayers, and right now
I pray for Mama Yemoja
to cover my little sister
Cover all my little sisters
Cover all the mothers and the the wild women
cover them in the salty waters of protection
cover us all and cut away the
stench of power trips
male fragility
and the weakness of the human soul.
Heal us as only my Mamas can
like only She can.
I cannot kill
I cannot fight
I am a child of the Universe
I child of the Universe,
I ask my Mothers,
Mama Osun,
Mama Yemoja
Mama Oya
the Iyamis,
to fight!
Fight for us!
Fight for us because we are weak.
Save us for we do not know how to save ourselves.
Fight for us now!
Fight for miko
Fight for keffi
Fight for the room full of college students, who raised their hands when asked, “How many here have been raped?”
female
female
female
Fight for my mother, from whose body I came,
Fight for all of us!
Ase, Ase, Ase!
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