There is a place of understanding when it comes to writing and Kash has shown that when it’s in honesty people will come out to see it. Over the weekend I had the honor of taking in Mr. Goins play VtoX with an ensemble cast that showed they have what it takes to bring characters to life this show about the many faces that are placed into the judicial system all connect in someway as we learn that this is and always will be big business. What audience, this was definitely worth as wild as it was shown in and interactive state allowing them to be part of the action and with in the breath of the play for many it is probably ring true to home with stories surrounding rape molestation wrongful incarceration abuse and again business. These stories were made to make you cry make you laugh and more than anything make you think to wear as you only can see one thing and that is the truth within the story.
Photo by Julia Formisland Creation by Roxette words by Brorha Train
All he wanted was acceptance
All she wanted was acceptance
All they deserved was acceptance
All they cared for was love
All they wanted was love
All they got was bruises
From the many that couldn’t understand
All they got were bruises
Submitted in ink saying words like abomination
All they felt was pain
Injected into everyday eye contact
that had no reason to give a negative
All they received was shunning
Of those that swore they understood biblical scriptures but never took the time to actually read the script
All they cared for was acceptance
In the form of an embrace embedded in a hug that in many ways managed to remove the bruises and pain
All she needs is your love
Her as a person
Her as a woman
Her as she is
Not what you want her to be
But as a person
So remember this is all she needs..
Allen Brotha Train Clark 2015
Sometimes spending time with my mom is a delight. She raised me to love the arts do it was only right that we go see Complexion together. She watched in awe as the dancers glide across the stage with movement that made her remember when I us to want to dance. She loved the interaction the sequence of movements and she had her eyes open for the entire show. How can I forget where my love for arts come from when she still loves them the same.
Clinging onto jacket and bag
Throwing on outfits to match the 8hrs of stress to come
Contemplating when the money will equal
Feeling the need to go forward
When she just wants to go back
Remove all the layers
Jump into quilted arms
Drift off into a land of dreams
And he sits
Thinking of the time past
Wishing for a good book
Looking for a way out
Not wanting to be apart of the nightmare called life
He wanted to be able to
Close lids and see the darkness beneath the skins layer as eyes roll back and forth catching a new dream
Drifting off into a land…
Mom: Allen turn my show is on!
Me: Mom it’s not on yet.
Mom; Yes it is you don’t know.
Me: what time does it come on?
Me: And what time is it?
Me: Mom your show is on.
(Mom rolls into the living room)
Mom: ohhh!! I can’t wait for my Cookie.
(Show is on mom is glued on show. Cookie makes a comment concerning her being arrested mom begins laughing)
Mom: Ha ha ha!! That girl is a mess!!
Me: This is stupid writing mom.
Mom: You don’t know what your talking about. Look at this one of the top shows on tv is a black cast show. It’s entertaining and filled with drama be happy for them.
Me: But the writing sucks mom lame jokes, one line zingers, simple stuff.
Mom: And its equivalent to Dynasty, a family in chaos among each other. That’s called good tv. So give it props!
Me: Ok mom your right but it still sucks…😜
That feeling when the sky opens up And says to you everything will be ok
That I can get through the day notion
That you can do anything feeling
That I’m on top of the world appeal
That it’s a healing moment
Sometimes the sky talks
You just have to look up and see it speak..
Slowly the time paces
But motion of slow
All just looking up
At a board filled with destinations
Slowly moving up in a shuffle
Heads and eyed follow
these moments are about rest
For the travel holds content
Books, ink , phones, and thought
We grab our belongings
Shuffle towards stairs
Leading down a narrow path
Many push forward to gain a seat
Close eyes to find more time to