to oba

to oba

to oba

the orixa of feminity and storms

A Juneteenth Poem by k.lynn johnson

to oba

the orixa of feminity and storms

 

i have lots of questions. lets start with what i know.

from the top      there was a loss, then some hideaway

years that popped you out a queen but nobody took

 

notes or saw the inbetween. guess that’s how it goes.

how did you         ? from retreat to power, they say 

pity is insulting for a god, if i can call you that. look

 

i know this requires a strange type of respect.

onlookers have limits     i found a book

about your husband. rough waters leave him wrecked.

and now i want to know this elusiveness

 

you fashioned into a sword      not to press,

but you stopped noticing nobody checked

on you; you kept going. your mother’s daughter

you could always handle rough waters.


Beauti Ful

Beauti Ful

Ruth (an apology)

Ruth (an apology)