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.
Imagine being a 65-year-old woman of color who loves other women. Imagine the things she must have witnessed, experienced, and endured to survive. This is history recounted in the narration of one life.
"Through the racism the misogyny the homophobia.
I remain standing
with no other purpose than to piss off those trying to knock me down."
... sixty-five and still alive.
Don’t let yo grandmother tell you what to do. She ain’t got no rights over you. You pick yo own battles. It’s on you. Decide for yo’self, then don’t back down. Fight girl fight, ‘cause this here is about you. About what kind of person you gonna be. Don’t you ever back down. Never. Fight for the woman you wanna be.
Live is a series of intersections, but we never see more than one at a time. We constantly ignore the many sides of others because it's too much damn work to know who the whole person is. But in all fairness, it is equally hard for us to expose to others the total of who we are.
Baltimore City
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.
"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.
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.
It's another episode of Dyke Tracy. Back again to solve the obvious murder. Spoiler alert: If you're disappointed with this play, then just keep it to yourself; don't spoil it for anyone else.
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