mother of mali

MALI | Friday, 23 February 2007 | Views [370] | Comments [2]

she is bold:

ears strung with gold

her fetishes made from the bones of the old and on her head she holds

the fabric of souls

her slender neck sinking from the weight of full bowls

four meals (her hips spin like wheels, i am told)

and she heals

with hands that are stiff with the strength of steel::

sisters::

scarring their skin to idetify their kin

clits cut at age ten and then

they endure

the weak will of men

with too many wives nine infants through their thighs and a soft yellow tint

to the whites

of their eyes

the sky cries for these lives

through the infinite ancestry refusing to die still strong

stretched palms and arms long

tipping scales weighing trades of millet and song

here women walk on smiling past what is wrong but to daughters of dogon born into dust:

life is long

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