Doom-tec-a Doom-tec-a-Doom near the roaring fire My bare torso pulsing To the beat of the drums Tears dripping on a small bundle Lying beneath me Raising my arms in prayer Beloved, sweet Gods Almighty Gods You are my rulers My makers You control all that happens in time To make fertile my womb Plant a seed so I might give My mate a son With arms and shoulders That can carry rocks and buffalo Make him a great hunter A great ruler A king With strength of wisdom Strength of passion So he might rule with a wise heart Take this ox hide I have stitched With my raven hair into a robe To warm you in the seasons of the snow and the rain Take it please And take my precious daughter That has died from death Into your bosom Return her to me in the form of a man So my mate can have a son With arms and shoulders That can carry rocks and buffalo Doom-tec-a Doom-tec-a-Doom © 1991 by Sha Had Aroba, All Rights Reserved |
Kay has been married to Bill Gerdes for 34 years and has two grown sons. Her family has always supported her dancing. She will soon be a grandparent for the first time and is very excited! She works in a day care center and loves her job. She is going to college to get her Early Childhood Education certificate. |
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: The poetry on this page was done by Sha Had Aroba. Copyright 1987 by Sha Had Aroba. All rights reserved. If you want to use it elsewhere, you must first get permission. To request such permission, contact Shira, who will then contact her on your behalf. |
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