This book is a reflection of one women’s truth on life but amazingly enough the pieces featured in this book are gauranteed to carry the reader, like the wind, to a place of hunger for living.

Caves Speak in Metaphors is a book of celebration, concern, prophesy, social comment and, most importantly, self discovery. It features pieces like Harambee, Dark Girl Ruler of Sexual Wisdom, My Tears are Counted, Wounds, and I Cry for Me.

Them

I took nothing from anybody
Didn’t steal no man’s land
Destroyed the only place they’ve known as home
Didn’t call their rituals witchcraft
Nor uprooted their traditional cord
Didn’t split them into million disconnected lines
And raped their mother to give birth to my husband
Didn’t misplace their ancestral bones
Claimed their children as slaves
Didn’t call their sisters whores
Or mixed breeds who are fatherless
Didn’t call their God, devil
Didn’t hate what i don’t know
Didn’t fear what was more beautiful than me
Nor gave it a weird name
See God i did nothing to them
Them who took every thing from us.