“ You’re always frightened” – Ebony
It is October 1st sometime in the early early morning and I am having sobbing fit . The first run-through is close to the end and I am trying desperately to hold together until something. MC Amazon has successfully completed her first rap , We have stepped around the room with enough grace to make any Omega or Delta proud, and I just have to be true enough in this last bit and then…….
“ I’m not traveling with your SHIT any longer”- Taja
And I had to look into her beautiful brown eyes. And I lost it. Completely. And for the first time in maybe forever , I felt not only held up and held onto but understood. I have amazing friends, of all walks of life, but here in this space, in this room is the first time I truly felt understood , not as a subject , object, or target but as a person and I had to be honest.
And honestly, it hurts.
There is a lack of softness, or kindness in the world for me. I feel it and I had/have always made the assumption , egotistical as it seemed that it was about me, in some very specific way I was wrong. Poorly made, unsuccessful, underachieving, paranoid, that led to what I felt and where I was. Even after conscious effort at learning about oppression, sexual violence, economic stratification , yada yada buzzword buzzword , emotionally and physically I still felt wrong. My intellectual growth did nothing for where I held my pain in my body or in my spirit. It would not let go.
If it’s not one thing it’s the motherf*&king next. That’s not even a saying at this point . It’s dictation- Kelz
We climb Mother Harriet , and circle her and sing and step and hum . It is a rehearsal that is magically turning into a matinee performance. Two elders stop by to take pictures and as the rain begins , I expect them to move on . Beautifully , artfully the merely extend their umbrellas and keep watching. I see one of them as everything I am not. Poised, beautiful , put together. I will hold her later as she and I cry.
“ I see you”
“ I see me in you”
“I create so much life ! Why I gotta feel like this, for this one thing”- Jess
My girl T is holding me, as I hold the woman next to me. And words come , of love , of fear, of life, of billboards, and praying grandmothers. The thousand slings and arrows that are tossed at our black bodies for existing, that we are never to admit hurts.
It hits me then, is tapping at me now and I hope continues everyday for the rest of my life.
These people don’t want me to hurt. I look into their faces and believe for a moment, with startling power that . There is nothing wrong with me. I am not alone.
I deserve to heal .
I will have to do it myself.
This makes me feel like ( beautiful dance)- Audrey.
One week , one day later . I had to take a break to write this and sit with it again. What it means for me and in the world that it takes a movement to feel seen. That the desire of autonomy is world shifting. That there is so much to put down in order to get up.
Of how much love is needed to heal us . And how much we have and are blocked from giving.
And how I look at the world differently now , how I ask for different things. That I ask at all.
I expect movements, actions, to love me and how powerful that is .
On October 1st I got that , at the feet of an ancestors, in the arms of my sisters
And I wonder now everyday not only how to keep it but to share it with you.