Texting Poetry – 5: When……

 

When I look in the mirror

I see a beautiful woman

I see a woman’s woman

I see the reflection of a

Goddess looking back at me: Oshun, Oya, Moremi,

Mirror, mirror show me

The Great Goddess I feel,

Tara, saviour, me, I see.

 

When I look in the mirror

I don’t see impositions

I don’t kowtow for bread

I don’t disappear into thin

Air on hatred’s lashes. I

See a bodhisatsva’s flair. I

See tolerant compassion

Deeper than any surface

Glimpse -I see humanity.

 

When I look in the mirror

I feel empowered, free,

I feel loving kindness,

I feel purposeful prime -I,

Human consciousness so

Far and vast beyond the

Veneer of infrastructural

Daily dangled tokens. I’m

above empty platitudes.

 

When I look in the mirror

I see a beautiful woman

I see a woman’s woman

I see the reflection of a

Goddess looking back at me: Oshun, Oya, Moremi,

Mirror, mirror show me

The Great Goddess I feel,

Tara, saviour, me, I see…

 

 

Mia Nikasimo (c) July ’09