Comments about Aysha Ananse
For Saartjie Baartman
Her curtain she could say,
And look at me etherized on the
Ground that grind me.
Who brought me here again?
Or am I as bottled,
My head as it could be or shall?
Let's take me home where I dance
Take me beyond the firm, pass the oceans
And witness quiet skies with me
I might say love, but that is an over statement
But then love and hate do walk parallel
As a balance, with latter always lagging behind.
Trailing around sizzling lanes;
and inferior as thought
She sat with the imperials
A nature of hers is of the click tongues, ...