MARKED
2018 shown at The Others, London
A fusion of movement and poetry exploring the topic of weaponized love and making invisible matter visible.
MARKED
don’t look at us as if we hold answers to your questions
over our bodies, you brushed your good intentions with hidden bitterness
it wasn’t us
in the morning hours, you lifted us up to the orange sky
but by night we were already lying still on the ground
crushed by the force of your unspoken thoughts
Through it all, you were dressed in silly smiles
when we were dressed in purity
As time passed your words stopped growing in our hearts,
but if you didn’t mean it
does that still make us victims?
we created a silent agreement for this to keep going
our worlds turned into a rain blast captive in a glass bubble
you wanted to create rainbows,
but you are bad at painting skies
so they blurred and caused cracks to form on the glass
whilst we were soaking it all
and when we tried to keep the feather up in the air
with gentle blows,
the stones covered us all,
none of us could move, but we kept trying to get out.
the sharp, unforgivable rocks cut our skin
you drank our sweet, tainted blood,
which poisoned you and made you mad.
we can sing you all the songs in the world
and tell you bedtime stories,
yet you will never sleep easy again
you gave us all these colours that mark us, create us and curse us,
as a form of some pity apology
we wish you could take them back,
but they have forever stained our skin, embroidered our bodies
and drugged our brains.
do you think anyone else can see them?
