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Guest Blogger, Poetry

Two poems: Gender…. Mirrored….


A single beer was all
It took the throbs set in.
Pounding headache.

Gender is not sexuality
Paranoid community
Leaders hide behind a finger.

It is always, always nice
To meet old friends after
Moments of idle asides

Perhaps I should pipe Down in insipid isolation.
Barking, backing up

Not wanting out, stay put
Ride the tidal wave of
Vituperative avalanches

Run, run, run for dear life
Isn’t that trying to out run One’s capable shadow?

She who lives by chatter
Dies the selfsame way
As the sword bearer

But for me, Osun
Protects indefatigably.
There’s no more running.

Anonymity has become
Me. Attachments are tags
Of communal coercion.

Fear rules, fear prowls &
Closest neighbours count
On its selfish continuity.

Before u say I don’t know
Your directorships, think
What peril u do the “T”.
Mia Nikasimo (c) June ’09


Women, I love women
Born, staged or surgically
Found, pound for pound.
African, Asian or European, Arctic or Antarctic if ever they Were. Women are
Women. I love women. You’d better Believe it. Even when you say we Cast the shadow of inate Prejudice heavily on your Bigotedly bilious brow.
Can you blame our gay
Brothers their self served
Egocentric paranoia? You,
Have you forgotten your
Role in their inflated Egos? I love women, do u?
Women, I love women.
People are people
Separatists seething for
Separate spoils until you
Find yourself in the fire of
Your own making, yours.
You who genuflect at
Another woman’s cost?
How does it make you
Feel flirting with men in
Fitful complicity, all yours.
Surprised? I’m just trying
To have you understand.
When you look in a mirror
I’m the one staring back
At you. Me in you, you me.
What purpose bitterness?

Mia Nikasimo (c) June ’09