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Ny'airah and the Long Line of Strong Women

From her grandmother, Ny’airah knows she comes from a long line of strong women. From her mother she knows a bird can’t be free if it’s being told where to fly. From her experiences as the only witness to a police shooting, she has learned that the truth can be life altering. It can also be empowering.

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Silent=Silence=Death=Silence For-fucking-ever-more

This play on domestic violence, combines my interpretation of words written by activist and poet Audre Lorde (taken from “The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action”) and the impetus behind the AIDS ACT UP collective.

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Last Stop on the 33rd Street Bus is the Hairless Racoon.pdf

True story: a stock broker, caught doing a ponzi scheme, decides his family would be better off dead, so he kills them and then kills himself. In this play, Peter, the stock broker, steps into the twilight zone. When he finds himself in an out-of-the-way bar, he ends up in the same situation as his family. A victim of circumstances.

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Baltimore City

PETER The waitress was telling me about her husband.   JOE Don’t pretend to like her stories. She’ll rattle 'em off like a machine gun if you let her. The story about her husband’s death is a favorite. It’s one of those things people around here tend to take sides on. You either believe her or you don’t. Now, she may be telling the truth, but my thought has always been, temporary insanity my ass. She knew exactly what she was doing when she pushed him. I know insanity. I’ve been there.... more

Open Mic: A Lifetime Trilogy

Throughout my life, I have felt like I have been living three separate lives, each with their own demands, expectations, biases, myths, lies, truths, misconceptions and on it all goes, never being seen as one person. Spin the wheel and see where I land. Am I black today, leaving my female and lesbian self out of the picture? Spin again. Nope, I'm still only one-third of who I am whole. This is a trilogy of life: youth, experience and wisdom; black, female and lesbian; vulnerable, struggling, and rising. Regardless, there is still only one of me.

Growing into Me

The memories of my childhood can be summized in two words: it sucked. But I did survive it. Growing into Me are poems that chronicles a small portion of my experiences. Some of it is ugly, some of it is funny. All of it is true.

  • Growing Into Me.pdf

    Spoken with these words, that took me so long to find, that are scrutinized and rejected and tossed around, with letters that are infinite and symbols that separate my thoughts, here you will find the real me, exposed. I am no longer words swirling aimlessly in the wind. My fables have settled to rest with no plans of moving on soon. So join me for a moment, to see what lies upon the paper, raw, and unprotected.

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Silent=Silence=Death=Silence For-fucking-ever-more

"There are so many silences that must be broken and transformed into language and action. Your silence will not protect you." (Audre Lorde)

Though this 10-minute play is about domestic violence, it is neither brutal nor horrific. There is, nonetheless, a scary part to it: the truth.

A Magical Fairytale for the 21st Century

Just a bit of fun with what a happy-ever-after would look like today. And since I was never read an honest-to-goodness openly queer fairytale (gotta wonder about the seven dwarfs though), I figured it was time there was one for all the queer parents raising kids. This is the lighter side of life.

  • MagicalFariytale_Baker_122019.pdf

    ANGIO: Which friend, father? The space-cadet who keeps falling down the hill? Or the jerk who likes to watch the village panic every time he cries wolf?

    GINO: I hate that kid. He needs professional help. But, no, it wasn’t him. I’m almost certainly sure, with very little doubt, that it was that idiot girl who keeps losing her sheep. How many times must you lose your sheep before you realize you should not be in the sheep herding business?

    ANGIO: Apparently more than an infinite number.

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Last Stop on the 33rd Stree Bus is the Hairless Racoon

It’s not always what you do that shapes events. Most times, if not all, lives are carved out of someone else’s circumstances. So maybe it is your bosses’ fault that you got fired; after all, he didn’t have to terminate your employment. That led to you buying a semi-automatic that killed 64 people who knew nothing about you getting fired. If only his supervisor hadn’t done that, 64 innocents might still be alive to kill on another day. Well, all I can say is, I’m happy your circumstances have nothing to do with me.

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