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
