By Shadrian McPherson
How can the earth be anything if not a woman?
How can she be referred to as anything other than pure femininity?
With her complexity, her fertility
What is she if not sheer divinity?
In her eyes I see the skies
And the unlimited vastness they hold
Her children raise their heads to the heavens when she cries
Her crystal tears, worth more than gold
Atop her shoulders lie the strongest of mountains
Her sternum the plains
The rolling hills, the swell of her breasts
The rivers, her veins
Between the shorelines of her thighs
There is an ocean oh, the ocean!
Its push, its pull, its unforgiving motion
Worthy of nothing less than unwavering devotion
Ruled not by Poseidon nor any male deity-
Her songs sound the waves
The beautiful Amphitrite
The ocean, our mother, our source of life
We thank her with nothing but abuse and strife
I await the day of her righteous reign
For her to rise up and wash us away
Her children, rejected! Oh, the pain!
For men have tried to reach her
And man has overstayed
The ocean never forgets, and she does not forgive
She shall carry your sins in her depth
As long as you shall live
When the ocean is angry she creates a typhoon
She will back down to no one
Be it Jupiter, Pluto or Neptune
When her storm has calmed she will begin anew
For none are as efficient as she
A crystal rain will fall from skies of blue,
Cleansing and cleaning the seas
The breeze will dance atop the mountains
The deer will gallop through the plains
The sound of birds will carry through the hills
And water will run through the rivers, just the same
For what is the earth if not a woman?
And what woman has not overcome pain?