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'THE COIN OF OSHUN':
After Chango took Oshun from the throne, she lost absolutely everything, her palace, fortune, even her clothes. So in search of a new start she began to wash clothes in the river and people paid with coins.
One day her only coin fell into the water and the currency led it to the sea; She didn’t know what else to do, as it was the only thing she had to buy food for her children, she pleaded to Yemaya and Olokun to return the coin. The Orishas that she prayed they heard her prayers and collected everything they had in the great oceans until Oshun could see the great wealth at the bottom of the seven seas gathered in one place; but Oshun, making use of her humility and decency, only picked up the money that was lost and returned home.
Yemaya and Olokun to see the action of Oshun, they were totally surprised to not understanding that she had taken that money and nothing more they said: “by your honor and honesty we give parts of our wealth and the River as your House, but never again give all that you have”.
i clenched my body for so long
bracing for impact
that i forgot what it was like to breathe like a whole rest
and i found that the holes made in me
had turned me into a flute
and beautiful music came after
but not always
i ran from books and words
i want to tear the spine off every holy book that told me
that i deserved it when my bones were rattled by larger hands, when i was a child
when i was a child,
i dreamt of flying
so i could escape hell, and carry my mother and sister away from it with me
when i was a child, a little older, i dreamt that i could breathe underwater
so that next time,
when the larger hands around my neck held me down
i would survive it a little bit better
i remember my anger as a child
my anger at the way i saw other children bent and mishandled
parents shoving their children into ovens
children i knew
i remember that i forgot to be angry for myself
because i was not myself
and now i am older
with the same scared little girl trying to be brave
hiding in me
how old will i be
before she believes that it is peacetime outside
i have been a mother to myself since birth
born to a mother who spent a decade at a desk, then slept on morphine for the decade after
this is nobody’s fault
i have no more anger left in me
i had to spend it all
before the dust of memories of the girl i was will settle
i clean the house while i wait to trust myself again
now my hands are larger, the same size as the ones who pinned me to floors and walls, who held me underwater
and i don’t want those hands to do the same things
i prepare a room for her, a wing in the vast corridors of my heart
i clear out all of the ghosts
i kill the monsters one by one
i was worth it, when i was a girl,
but no one showed me
i have made my own time machine,
and it is me. i have found the still waters of my innocence - given to me by nature, by me, not fickle gods, or hands that bruise and lacerate, hands that give to take away
i stock the shelves with her favorite books and refresh my memory with their stories
so that i may read them with the theatrical passion, the gusto she deserves
i forgot about her when i ran from stories, ran from myself and the faltering thud of my dying heart
running out of breath, and time
i remembered her when i found the photographs of me
taken before i wished i was a mermaid
before i had to call the police
before i had night terrors and flashbacks
and pulled off the interstate because i couldn’t separate the road in front of me from the hologram of memory
reality and horror.
our candle was blown out just to see if we could see in the dark
she is me
and we are fire.
e.m.b. // phoenix (via ridertothesea)
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Try not to be so eager to reblog something just because some organization is speaking out for a certain cause. Remember that all marketing is manipulative. All of it. They are trying to persuade you to buy a product. That is the nature of marketing, and we need to be aware of that.
Margo Jefferson on Some American Feminists (1980)
Bring em out!
Holy shit, I had no idea…
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