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"She Tore"
by Cindy M. Hutchings

Hear Oya on the wind, calling
she rises, falls over lay of land

looking for the girls, her
warrior spirit howling

gusting, she lights upon them
huddled together, Oya's eye

embraces the girls, she whips
a tempest around them

men caught in her fierce rage
torn away, pounded into oblivion

Nigerian goddess of wind frees
the girls, carries them home.


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