To see the places where I am from Stretches the senses back farther than my birth Back into the warm waters where I was formed Back into the waiting seed carried inside her Carried inside my Grandmother Who was carried inside her mother Stretching back like a house of mirrors Smaller and smaller images of me In the infinite dreams and prayers Of my ancestors I am from tear moistened hands Crocheting in the rocking chair A rhythmic longing for the lost jungle I am from plague stricken evacuations to the mountains Cooler weather offering solace, health, and financial ruin Fueling transatlantic boat journeys in search of an elusive livelihood Chasing a stolen promise Leaving all of true value behind I am from people owned by the land Owned by their bodies Owned by nature Torn from their belonging By the wounded hands of greed I am from those wounded hands Bathing their offspring In blood Twisting the god of love Into the god of war The god of slavery Claiming permission to decide who has a soul and who does not I am from hands held up Flat to the face of this war god Voices saying no Feet walking away from safety and security Hearts longing for Remembering the holy source of love In our bellies In the rivers In the mountains In the trees In the sky In the smell of roses Recognizing the soul In all things I am from all things Praying for the recognition of their soul I am from Mother Earth Deciding Enough is enough Gasping awake From dark dreams of what could be possible If she doesn’t start finding the feet Of the two leggeds ready To hear her voice Feel her love Recognize her soul once more
Article by Sama Morningstar
Sama has been in love with writing ever since she drew her first letters in pre-school. She endeavors to give voice to the ancient wisdom contained in our bones, hearts, and wombs. Her compilation of poems, "Goddesses, Lovers, and Dreams" can be found on Amazon.