I’ve witnessed. I love you. What do you me? What do you love to love about me? Is it my skin which glows like brown sugar cane? Is it my body, all curved and petite? Is it my lips, thick and full? Is it my eyes that sparkle like cider in the radiant sunshine? What do you love to love about me? Can’t imagine? Dare to imagine? Can’t fathom the uniqueness That supposedly sets me apart from all the rest. Just a matter of regret Regret that I’ve fallen so many times For an empty three word line I love you
Woman: God’s second mistake? Friedrich Nietzsche, a German philosopher, who regarded ‘thirst for power’ as the sole driving force of all human actions, has many a one-liners to his credit. ‘Woman was God’s second mistake’, he declared. Unmindful of the reactionary scathing criticism and shrill abuses he invited for himself, especially from the ever-irritable feminist brigade. The fact and belief that God never ever commits a mistake, brings Nietzsche’s proclamation dashingly down into the dust bin