I’m washed clean in my own dirt.

Criticized and cut off by those who despise my works

Pulled, crushed, lynched and denied my worth

Yet I transform, am reborn, and give birth

I am the Healer.

But to you I am murderous, a killer

I take root in your spirit

At your core you can feel it (You can hear it)

But you dare not come near it.

I am a revolutionary force.

Designed to steer you on an evolutionary course

Allow me to bless your soul and breathe life into your pores

And deliver precious cargo to renew your ports

It’s time to cleanse. Can I wash you in my waters?

I am the Mother. 

Welcome my power, my sons and daughters

Cindy E. M.