I suppose I, as a writer can be ignorant and forget how empowering and therapeutic being able to write is and how creative it is. This is is something that every woman should be able to access. I saw the results of the works of creativity in every face at ‘Behind the mask’ exhibition this today.
The exhibition was led by a passionate presentation by the highly charismatic Sharon Marsden from verd de gris
I spent most of my time in tears. All masks shed to connect with British white and British Muslim woman through the medium of poetry, their personal words and singing. Yes, what a strange bonding power it is to want to join in and sing with strangers.
All connected by our desire to be unburdened, it released even me from my cage. Today, I flew high and found my voice intermingled amongst a collective . I didn’t need to say a word. Someone already had and I identified completely. I had a taste of the 12-week journey these highly courageous women have been through. It reminds me of my own journey in life as a woman. I’m not alone. We are not alone. As painful as some of these emotions were to witness and experience the exhibition left on a high – I was carried away with a powerful gust of optimism and newfound courage to carry on in my own journey in life.
All faiths, all ages, all complex woman with the desire to be free from pain and to be free to show their real face and not wait for the words of acceptance . The message I took away is this:
This is me! take me or leave. I will not hide behind any more masks for you or anyone.
Here is my crane symbol to remind me that I too can be that bird that ‘flies to the heavens’
The crane is a popular symbol in Asian culture, and the practice of folding paper cranes for good fortune, healing, happiness, and success was popularized by Sadako Sasaki, a young victim of the radiation from the Hiroshima disaster. Chains of paper cranes, often numbering a thousand in total, are given as offerings at temples and shrines. The crane is also perceived as a bird capable of flying to the very heavens, and is said to have borne spirits of the deceased there upon its back. In ancient China, the crane was used as the symbol of highest-ranking officials.
Read more at http://www.beliefnet.com/Wellness/Environment/Galleries/A-Spiritual-Field-Guide-to-Birds.aspx?p=6#JvmBs22BfFs8PL8B.99
Caged Bird Excerpt
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Female empowerment is continuing well into 2016. NEW RECRUITS NEEDED FOR THE NEXT BEHIND THE MASK COMING SOON!
I have also been moved to boldly upload my first video blog. What better inspiration than to speak with female empowerment. Seven minutes long but no apologies for what comes from the heart.
When I found this song on the hype machine, a couple of months ago, I was blown away. Being a woman, when I heard Sampa the great sing bars that soar to dizzy heights-it touched my heart.
She’s an African poet/Artist born in Zambia, and who is based in Sydney, Australia. How cool is that? Poetry fans out there? yeah… it’s good!
She sings about prejudice and insanity/mental health, racism, feminism and how she won’t let anyone dictate what she does, what she wears or how she markets herself.
The song is filled with an Eastern melody that transports me to a place where I would probably find Laurance of Arabia. I feel like I’m in a desert riding a camel, armed with a samurai sword: ready to battle with my words.
She spits/sings about how she will bleed to have her voice heard and she won’t stop being true to herself.
She is a political consciousness hip hop artist with a strong message and a distinct voice that makes you want to know what she is singing about.
This has to be one of the greatest finds of 2018.
Yeah, it’s interesting how one song can have such an impact on mood and can be the one constant – the one element that keeps me going when I feel all is lost.
Sampa- the Great has this innovative and unique way of rapping. She is phenomenal and on point with this song. I can’t think of anything that I dislike about this song. She has passion and it shows. She’s bold and she’s audacious.
There is a connection. It’s important to remind ourselves to pick ourselves up when things go down and we aren’t cool with it. We have no control over other people and Life. This song reminds me that we have a responsibility to ourselves to show people who we are and not take any B/S off anyone.
A stunning second debut from an artist who I am keeping my ears open for new music.
My favourite lyrics from this song talk about depths that I have felt in my life. And the way the words ‘bled blood’ roll off her tongue is just sublime.
Trash, it’s what you know you don’t know
The level of the brain that you’re told you can’t go
The level of insane that you’re told you can’t show
The level of insane that they’re sure that I know
Four million spans ago a waste man
Told me of the limits he thinks that I am
I’ve moved mountains know that I can
I’ve healed souls I know that I am
I bleed bled blood but I breathe bad blood
Badabing breath blood but I bring black back
Blessed, blow a breeze through my chest
Blessed, and before I forget