What Is She
She quakes, She rumbles,
She moves the rivers.
She creates holes down toward Hell.
She tears apart homes
and families.
She makes the mountains bow down to mother earth.
She baptizes everyone with fire.
Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016
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