We have a beautiful mother
Her hills are buffaloes; Her buffaloes hills.
We have a beautiful mother
Her oceans are wombs; Her wombs oceans.
We have a beautiful mother
Her teeth the white stones at the edge of the water;
The summer grasses her plentiful hair.
We have a beautiful mother
Her green lap immense
Her brown embrace eternal
Her blue body everything we know.

~Alice Walker

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