Coming of Age – Revolving


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Double Dutch by Addoley Dzegede

Curating Teen Voices: Coming of Age

A portfolio project led by Mariana Parisca, Story Stitchers Artist in Residence

March 2-25, 2017

Spoken Word  March 25 4 PM

Bruno David Gallery                                                                          

7513 Forsyth Blvd., Clayton MO 63105

Curating Teen Voices: Coming of Age is a time capsule of teenage voices combined with adult artists living in St. Louis in 2015, all reacting to a critical and unique time in the history of race relations, gun violence, police roles and community relationships in the city of St. Louis, Missouri. Financial assistance for this project has been provided by the Missouri Arts Council, a state agency. This project is supported in part by an award from the National Endowment for the Arts.

 

Coming of Age – Revolving

By Antigone 

Grade 6

c Saint Louis Story Stitchers, 2015

 

Everything revolves in an open door

People come and go

You grow

Toys get old

Nothing is the same ever

You have to constantly fight to fit in

To hold your place in the general murmur

Pretend to be the same

Suppress your individuality

And

Blend into the background

Don’t stand out too much

Know your place

Stay there

 

It’s the same in society

Bow your head

If you can help it

Don’t talk at all

Blend in

Don’t get noticed

A rule that is consistently hard

 

Your friends talk about retaliation

It amounts to nothing

The school you attend exposes you

But only exposes to the vague idea

Their side

You know that there is more feeling

But there is no evidence

Only the pictures could be anyone’s

 

You sink into the background again

You sink into the music your passion

You sink to acting

You sink back to invisibility

Pretend you know nothing

 

You have to dance the way you want to when no ones watching

And even then they catch you

Tell you to stop

The things and people you love disintegrate

And your world is held together by threads

 

You can’t sing cause they laugh

Scared cause they know that this

Glimmer of joy

Is just that

A glimmer

You dance cause you’re supposed to do

Your laugh rings high

And

Suspiciously false

 

Gradually things lull back into a blur

Get up

Get ready

Go to school

Come home

Do chores and leisurely activities

But there’s always something in the back of your mind

That is sore

Something aching

Aching to learn create dance to remember

But you can’t

Every movement is extreme pressure

Extreme pain

Extreme agony

 

You are filled with if onlys

If only they would let us see

If only you remembered to do this or that

If only they trusted us

If only they let us out there

If only they would listen

 

The door still revolves