Song in my Heart
(Inspired by More, more future. Choreography by Faustin Linyekula)
Playing in darkness,
Portraying dark spaces,
Places, hushed whispers.
The body imprints its footprints,
Speaking in murmur of hearsay.
Hands on heads, hands folded, hands on deck.
History portrays the instinct.
Survival of the fittest, run and don’t look back.
In search of new stories…no storytelling
In songs that heal your soul,
The dreamer is urged to cherish the moment.
Dance with drums, follow the moves and keep your eyes closed.
Full of contrast, contradictions
In variations, marinating beautiful words of sound,
The body tells your story, our story, their story, black story …
They will say this is the wrong poem.
This history tells of violence I have come to accept as my own.
Violence against my body.
Violence against the body,
The violence in my body.
