She dances with the sun at the dawn of each day
To take care of the world I kicked a tree once
and she made me apologize.
Trees have feelings, too.
That’s the day I saw nature bleed
A day I will never forget.
Save the rain in buckets at a time
The rain is for her flowers
Not for play, this water is sacred
No mud pies for me with granny’s special water
This water is spiritual, she says
See, my grandmother was a spiritual woman
A snake once crawled across the road
It’s said if you kill it, you defeat an enemy
She killed it with a stick and no fear was in her eyes,
I knew she had power before I was nine.
Of her sisters, she’s the only one to remember
Her mother’s songs, Her mother’s cooking,
Her mother’s voice.
See my great-grandmother was a spiritual woman
She bottled every experience her mother ever gave her
I believe it’s the rainwater that feeds her flowers
– Angelica Johnson