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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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