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

Queering the game of life Via Queer and Present Danger

Texting Poetry – 4: Why?

  Because even you are Human, Because you are my Sister, Because you are my Brother, Because, only if u allowed Yourself, we could be pals, Because, in a past life, you Were my mother, Because, looking through Eons of the ether, you Were my father, Because you’ve been all Creatures to arrive here, Because we all Interconnected…   I’ll reach out to you all the Same, you and I. Why? Because all creatures are bright and beautiful no matter their surface seas.   Mia Nikasimo (c) May 2009

Have you finished?

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Tweet   In “The frightful development of this vice amongst the Natives”: Who says being queer is unAfrican?” Zackie Achmat traces the role of missionaries and the colonial state in the control and disciple of the African male body. He…

The Oh My God farce!

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