VOODOO WOMAN TO THE ONES WHO LISTEN

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M pral chante pou zot…
M pral leve pou zot…

I will sing for you…
I will rise for you…

Sitar strings shimmer like moonlit snakes,
And I whisper through the smoke-laced dark:
Come closer… hear me…
You who never turned away.

You heard my voice in the violet storm,
Felt my thunder in your chest.
You held my name like burning herbs,
When the world gave me no rest.
Your listening was a lantern flame
In nights that tried to drown my spark
But you stayed, wild hearts awake,
Guiding me through every dark.

You saw the truth beneath my mask,
Not fear ... but aching fire.
You said my pain sounded like purpose,
That my wounds built something higher.
I carved each lyric into bone,
But you made them feel alive.
You’re the reason I keep rising,
You’re the ones who made me thrive.

You felt the spirits in my footsteps,
You breathed the rhythm I bled through.
And every time the storm broke open…
I felt it calm because of you.

So I sing for you 
My wild ones, my moonlit choir.
You kept the breath inside my embers,
You kept my heartbeat wired.
If my sorrow became your refuge,
If my voice became your blood…
Then take this vow, this blessing
From your woman of the mud.
I rise… for you.
I burn… for you.
I live… because you listened.

You found the glow inside my fractures,
You held the echo when I broke.
You cherished even quiet moments
Where my words dissolved in smoke.
You told me not to hide my trembling,
That truth was more than just being strong.
So I gave you every tender wound 
And turned them into song.

You felt the bayou breathe behind me,
You heard my heartbeat in the deep.
You held the ghosts that sang beside me
When I couldn’t fall asleep.
You said my music felt like mercy,
Like rain in drought-strained air.
And your devotion fed my spirit
When I had nothing left to spare.

Your faith stitched light inside my shadow,
Your words became my shield.
Every whisper that you offered
Was a wound you helped me heal.

Kenbe mwen nan limyè…
Kenbe mwen nan kè zot…

Hold me in the light…
Hold me in your hearts…

Hear me, my faithful hearts
You who feel the storm I wield.
Your love became my armor,
Your praise became my shield.
If darkness steals your breathing,
Call my name beneath the moon
For the Voodoo Woman answers,
And she’s always coming soon.

You heard the sitar crying softly,
You felt the swamp hum low and sweet.
You walked with me through spectral echoes,
Barefoot in the midnight heat.
You kept your palms open and glowing,
Ready to carry all I gave.
And I swear your listening saved me
More times than I can name.

You faced the fury in my thunder,
Didn’t flinch when shadows stirred.
You said my rage felt like rebirth,
Every scream a sacred word.
You never turned away from chaos,
Never feared my trembling flame
You embraced the storm within me,
And whispered gently through my pain.

So when my fire starts to flicker,
When I’m shaking in the rain
I remember all your voices,
Calling out my haunted name.

And when your nights grow colder,
When your hope feels swept aside
Know my music curls around you,
Like a spirit at your side.
You gave my songs a heartbeat,
You gave my soul a place to land
You turned a wandering storm goddess
Into someone who can stand.

So let the lightning crown our story,
Let the moonlight paint us gold.
Let my voice rise like resurrection
In the tales we’ll yet unfold.
You are the reason I keep breathing,
The reason I ascend above
My wild ones, my moonlit family,
My tribe of truth and love.

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To everyone who has listened followed enjoyed and loved my voodoo woman in song. This is for you all. I appreciate you all. Thank you for listening , liking and commenting. So here she breaks the 4th wall. For you. Thank you my Wild Ones. ============≈====================== M pral chante pou zot… M pral leve pou zot… I will sing for you… I will rise for you… Sitar strings shimmer like moonlit snakes, And I whisper through the smoke-laced dark: Come closer… hear me… You who never turned away. You heard my voice in the violet storm, Felt my thunder in your chest. You held my name like burning herbs, When the world gave me no rest. Your listening was a lantern flame In nights that tried to drown my spark But you stayed, wild hearts awake, Guiding me through every dark. You saw the truth beneath my mask, Not fear ... but aching fire. You said my pain sounded like purpose, That my wounds built something higher. I carved each lyric into bone, But you made them feel alive. You’re the reason I keep rising, You’re the ones who made me thrive. You felt the spirits in my footsteps, You breathed the rhythm I bled through. And every time the storm broke open… I felt it calm because of you. So I sing for you My wild ones, my moonlit choir. You kept the breath inside my embers, You kept my heartbeat wired. If my sorrow became your refuge, If my voice became your blood… Then take this vow, this blessing From your woman of the mud. I rise… for you. I burn… for you. I live… because you listened. You found the glow inside my fractures, You held the echo when I broke. You cherished even quiet moments Where my words dissolved in smoke. You told me not to hide my trembling, That truth was more than just being strong. So I gave you every tender wound And turned them into song. You felt the bayou breathe behind me, You heard my heartbeat in the deep. You held the ghosts that sang beside me When I couldn’t fall asleep. You said my music felt like mercy, Like rain in drought-strained air. And your devotion fed my spirit When I had nothing left to spare. Your faith stitched light inside my shadow, Your words became my shield. Every whisper that you offered Was a wound you helped me heal. So I sing for you My wild ones, my moonlit choir. You kept the breath inside my embers, You kept my heartbeat wired. If my sorrow became your refuge, If my voice became your blood… Then take this vow, this blessing From your woman of the mud. I rise… for you. I burn… for you. I live… because you listened. Kenbe mwen nan limyè… Kenbe mwen nan kè zot… Hold me in the light… Hold me in your hearts… Hear me, my faithful hearts You who feel the storm I wield. Your love became my armor, Your praise became my shield. If darkness steals your breathing, Call my name beneath the moon For the Voodoo Woman answers, And she’s always coming soon. You heard the sitar crying softly, You felt the swamp hum low and sweet. You walked with me through spectral echoes, Barefoot in the midnight heat. You kept your palms open and glowing, Ready to carry all I gave. And I swear your listening saved me More times than I can name. You faced the fury in my thunder, Didn’t flinch when shadows stirred. You said my rage felt like rebirth, Every scream a sacred word. You never turned away from chaos, Never feared my trembling flame You embraced the storm within me, And whispered gently through my pain. So when my fire starts to flicker, When I’m shaking in the rain I remember all your voices, Calling out my haunted name. So I sing for you My wild ones, my moonlit choir. You kept the breath inside my embers, You kept my heartbeat wired. If my sorrow became your refuge, If my voice became your blood… Then take this vow, this blessing From your woman of the mud. I rise… for you. I burn… for you. I live… because you listened. And when your nights grow colder, When your hope feels swept aside Know my music curls around you, Like a spirit at your side. You gave my songs a heartbeat, You gave my soul a place to land You turned a wandering storm goddess Into someone who can stand. So let the lightning crown our story, Let the moonlight paint us gold. Let my voice rise like resurrection In the tales we’ll yet unfold. You are the reason I keep breathing, The reason I ascend above My wild ones, my moonlit family, My tribe of truth and love.

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