Went to see the wonderful play, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf at the 14th street playhouse on Sunday afternoon directed by the lovely Jasmine Guy. Yes, I spent an afternoon at the Theater as Ms. Guy termed it, in her Southern drawl as she directed us to kindly turn off our cellphones.
I enjoyed the play immensely. Apparently, this play was written by a feminist lady in the feminist time of the 70's. I had no idea that it's been around for that long. An ex co-worker directed me to it and now, I am glad she did. At first I didn't know what to make of the stories told in short poems, the Southern accent seemed to loose me now and then, but once I got into it, I knew this was for me. I felt like I was being revolutionize, like I was part of some new age female movement to empower women with dignity and self-respect. It felt good. The play is basically about 7 strong black women dealing with life's trials. I didn't necessarily relate it to being black because I feel the pain of loss, heartbreak, rape, physical and mental abuse etc are dealt by all women. I've always been black and I have always dealt with these problems so I don't necessarily feel these problems are personal to me because of my color. They are universal female struggles.
I wish I remembered every bit of the play. I just remember bits and pieces of it here and there, certain lines here and there just sort of stayed with me. There was this particular poem that said, "Someone stole something from me, and I let them steal it, I was right there when it happened." People don't hurt you or break your heat unless you let them, and you are right there when it happens.
That is so true.
I feel like buying a copy of that for every woman I've ever known, black or white.
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