~written on March 17th, 2021, continued later on~
On the topic of feeling nostalgic of better days, I remember my first Street Spirits show.
It was a road show, and it was in Burns Lake. We were doing a show there because we were invited by counselors who were concerned about men harassing, or "bothering", girls in the community; and these girls were not able to speak up, because the men who were doing this were powerful and respected men in the community. These were the types of men who could make you keep your mouth shut forever.
Looking back, the main thing I was concerned about was messing up and failing to prove myself to Street Spirits. Not that, if we talked about things people were scared to talk about, we could be risking our lives. Honestly, didn't really click in until now.
We talked to a lot of people for that one. It took a bit, but the more we proved we were there to talk about shit that needed to be talked about, the more support we had behind us.
We performed two nights in a row, and participated in four to five different workshops. The first night was pretty packed; but the second night, we had every chair filled, plus people standing in the back of the room!
And, on top of that, I had only been with Street Spirits for a month!
We did good work that show.
I really miss those days.
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the first day
Poetrythis is an excerpt from a notebook I have called "random stuff", which was basically intended to allow me to scribble. whatever was on my brain when I picked up the pen would go into this book. anything and everything was free game. I originally did...
