Nneka

Nneka (Mother is supreme) My precursor with nature From the yolk of her embryo I was fermented Entwined in the warm enclave of her cyst Out of her fountain of love She nurtured me Queen mother The seasoned bone of my back The shelter over my head Whose large, black eyes immune me From the discrepancies of morning Love, kindness are your first and middle names King mother, I yearn to be recycled in the metamorphosis of your cyst!