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The Tale of I and the Akademie de Künste

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I like myself. I like the woman I am. I do not see why I should downplay (insert word here) any aspect of myself to make people feel comfortable - to fit into their image of what I should be. This does not refer to the corporate aspect of my life, but to the creative one and its expressions. So.. I am meant to perform the Spoken Word. Why should I wear kente and do the whole “Badu” look ? To fit in the ideals or expectations of how a spoken word artist should look ?  If I feel like walking on the stage in blood red patent six inch stiletto pumps (Jimmy Choo Anouk style of pumps), shiny black leather pants, thin gold belt clinching my waist, cream colored mid-sleeve silk blouse with NO BRA and a chic weave (no afro, etc).. why does this image seem incompatible with the words coming out of my mind ?  I like myself. I love my body. I adore fashion. I love flowers, pink. colours, puppies and designer items. Why I can I not be this way and st...

RED SOIL

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Cosmopolitan it may seem, Humanity bursting at the seam, Diverse colours almost obscene. All are heard; none are seen. Uniformity in diversity, Chaos in serenity, Ugliness doing beautifully, Still a village disguised as a city. Myriad and diversified, Complex and haughty, Confident, un-unified, Of adulation, always worthy. EDO! My land for-ever o! Oba gha to kpe e I-s-e-e-e.....