Stones crack
Metals melt
The land can open
But eventually closes
Asaase Yaa is to be revered
II
I am stone
I am metal
What does it matter?
When we all have mouths
Hidden in Asaase Yaa, always ready to eat us all?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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Thanks for the Knowledge!
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This poem is very engaging and intriguing. One question. Who are what is Asaase Yaa?
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Mother earth is called Asaase Yaa in Akan because it is thought to be a Thursday born.
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