How to exist as a person who has been born of a culture that profits from the denying of another? When you wouldn’t exist without it.
WHO AM I? How do we go home when the house is a stolen one? We could make room by ripping up the concrete, but no one will do that until we start ripping up everything we think we know. How far back does the forgetting go?
Ancients and witches. Rituals and remembering.
I touch my skin and I know I’m here.
I close my eyes and I feel the true size of myself, fully human, fully divine.
And what would happen if I didn't deny that. If I really let rip in all my power...
Warning: Contains some nudity, moderate coarse language, sustained loud noises, some infrequent/low pressure audience interaction, potentially triggering content or themes, including Violence,Self Harm or Suicide,Sexual Assault or Abuse,Emotional Abuse,Violence Against Women,Death,War,Murder, genocide