How can you not like the sound of cicadas
They hum for you, baby
Just listen
Don’t you know they sing on they own hour
When the sun retires from the sky
they speak to you, child just listen
They telling you when to be home and in the same they telling you that you already there
When the thunder stops threatening and bears the water that it has promised, they shall leave
But listen, I’ll still be here
soaked in the same rain that fell on our ancestors
I am healing for you, honey
Just listen
Let the water splash upon us
It touching blk bodies or soil is what makes it holy so, baby
Let it splash upon us
Child, splash in it with us
Let’s pray in our holy
& our healing
I know you hear the rain and I know the cicadas humming has ceased
But listen, don’t you still hear em?
Ain’t we home??
Ain’t we holy??
Ain’t we able to heal and rejoice even when a storm is coming??
So give praise to the cicadas
& the storm cloud that brings wet
& our ancestors
For it is allowing me healing for us
& them in a safe space because
Once again
Ain’t we home??
Ain’t we holy??
Ain’t we able to heal??
Prove that we not otherwise hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
We done made it home
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