For Our Mother

Recognizing the greatest mother of all...not crazy about this title, though. Suggestions?

And when He was done
creating the Earth,
the Earth created land
and she gave birth to us,
her dark-skinned children.
She nursed us in the folds and the curves of her body:
within the deep valleys, the cut of her womanhood,
where we were born, the first men;
the grand savannas, the immensity of her belly,
where we ran with gazelles;
along the winding coastlines, the edges of her,
where we sunk our feet in the sands;
among the endless deserts, the stretch of her back,
from which we constructed immortal kingdoms of sand and limestone;
in the wild bush, her crowning glory of kink and curl,
where we built economies
powered by yams, palm oil, and cowrie shells;
in the peaks of high mountains. breasts heavy with milk and nourishment,
where we worshipped our Orisha and fed our souls.
With every part of her expansive form,
she breathed into us and gave us
shape and strength
and by her hand, we were
kings and queens
warriors and fighters
children of her vast and swollen womb
and we acknowledge her as our mother:
Africa.