I come from a long line of brujas y brujeros
Santa, Santo, santeros
I have felt the Orishas work their way through me
as the bestowed this gift upon me
A message from the almighty
The sight to see beyond the seen
When the color yellow washes over me
with River waters
Honeycombs stick to my body
making me thick and sweet
I am made to speak in tongues
Sing in Africano
Dance una bomba que tembla
the very fabric of our beings
I can wash away your sorrows
with a happiness that you can borrow
and a love that unconditionally speaks truth
This gift that was given to me was so that I can share it with you.
I LOVE THIS. It’s your first I’ve read, and I’m going to read more, but I just had to comment. I am also Puerto Rican and almost did my dissertation on the power allowed women in the Santeria tradition. I recorded a 10-minute performance piece performed by a group in Havanna several years ago. You have a very mysterious feel to your writing, typical to all the great Spanish writers.
Thank you so much for your kind words. Why didn’t you get to do your dissertation on that topic? Sounds like it would have been a great one to cover. Thank you again, I hope you’ll get to read the rest of mine. I’m gonna go through some poems myself this weekend.