Moms of my awesome ancestors,
Flying creatures with untouchable plumes,
Fire that consume water to fiery remains,
choir with soprano of spears,
pots of porridge of discipline of neediness ,
barrel of grain of fruitlessness of child.
Am I not of your posterity?
Is it accurate to say that i was not washed in your spring?
Did I not suck from your sweet bosom?
Why at that point get ready for me to kick the pail?
Did I not get from you this innate check?
Will you currently repudiate your living track?
Individuals of the house, ask my moms,
frantic horde of the market, ask my moms,
I lived in the longitude of their wrappers,
I composed their words in dull papers,
Am I currently to be a fricasseed lap of turkey in their mouth?
Am I to be seen with my bare head as they evacuate my top?
Goodness dirt pot, the dad of kitchenware,
Gracious vulture, the mother of spooky dread,
Goodness mountains with solid spinal harmony,
Goodness wellspring with bluff sprinkling water to water god.
Prostate with me to ask the outrage of moms,
to liquefy, turn out to be warm, similar to body in a sweater.
Moms, would you say you are not a ten times of fierceness?
Is it true that you are not a trillion of kindness grass?
How wonderful, the destructive hole of your teeth!
at the point when kindness streak with roar of grins from your pulse,
to a tyke you so love, with an affection, rare in the market,
Adore me, let me be that kid, don't beat me with your belt,
Cherish me, sustain me, let me develop in your eternal care,
Adore me, feed me, let me be the pawpaw of your eyes,
Give me a chance to be the orange of your far-seeing eyes,
I am your child, let me fly, be untouchable in the skies.
