Our stories, our words,
Our lives, our worlds
For next ten minutes
You be me, and I be
you
Let’s share our deep,
dark secret
And some lighter notes
Some laughter, casual
banter,
Some history and some
jokes
Let’s share,
Those stories in my
words
Through your voice in
this world
Word by word, world by
world
Verbatim, in the way
it was said
in Laramie when they
killed Mathew
Or ten years later
and still today
Do you hear my story,
my friend?
What do you hear? And
what do I?
Can you say it as you
hear it?
Can I say it as I hear
yours?
Let’s rise.
One by one.
And share out our
stories.
You say mine. I say
yours.
As if they are our
own.
Let’s fill this room,
With who we are.
And what we feel.
Word by word.
World by world.
Voices, open.
"Happy. With helpful
friends.
Roaming around with
new girlfriend.
Cinema. Stories,
Poetry and some dance.
Failed exams. Alone.
A purposeless life.
Gutless. Alert.
Bully and bullied.
Voices, fall.
Have to prove myself
to others.
Fear losing friends,
shy to the core.
Orphaned. Discriminated.
Introverted. Scared.
Expressionless.
Frustrated.
Battling commitment
issues.
Lying to myself.
Realize each day.
Missing grandma,
who just passed way.
Voices, rise.
"Fights with mom
Fights with brother
Fights with my friends
And fights with my
father.
What are these fights
for?
Sometimes, over small
little thing
Sometimes, they become
the missing purpose.
Feels like crying, Cry
I shall not.
Passion, what’s that?
Poverty. Neglect. Irritation.
angry with family
Angry with politics
Angry with self
Angry
Angry
Angry.
Fuck! Angry!
Let’s open,
The windows
And our hearts.
To let air flow.
In the room
Between our walls.
Let these yellow sticky notes
be flown away
and carry a piece of our hearts
that's written on them,
now forever, into a world unknown.
But before we step out
From each other’s
character
And wear our souls
back,
Let’s look into our
eyes -
Do you see they are moist
already, my friend?
- Based on the responses written by Apni Shala Youth Project students as part of a Verbatim Theatre activity.
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