
I got rivers flowing through my breast;
ancient rivers that griots tell stories about
that babies suckle from
that tiny toes dance through
I got rivers flowing through my breast
Elephant trunks sip
Grandmothers bathe in
Grandfathers are baptized in
Love me right
I got a cowry shelled belly that houses the Sun
Fruits and vegetables nurse in
Blue-black slaves hide in
Lost souls rest in
My children played in
Love my belly, love my belly, love my belly right
Love me right
Love my voice
Listen, it does have something to say
It sings, It laughs loud, It whispers, It sweetly sasses, it delicately scolds
It firmly teaches, it mimics past monarchs, and it sounds like my mother and echoes of my grandmother
It floods with the wisdom of my grandfather
It blows the gentle love breezes of my father
Love me right
I am a dream, a hope, a vision, a blossomed flower, a planted seed for tomorrow,
I am your mother, I am your father, I am your brother, I am your sister, I am your son, I am your daughter, I am you.
I am the ancestors, I am the deities, I am the trees, I am water and air
I am life and death, I am spirit and breath
Love me right