Sunday, May 23, 2010

Story of the Oppositional Spark: a choreo-poem

There’s a speck of light in the dark
Flickering to keep its spark of consciousness rising
Looking like a sore against an image of darkness, so it names itself the oppositional spark
The darkness speaks amongst itself—Says,
“This is the way it’s supposed to be!”
Only seeing itself affirmed
It demonizes the spark rising

Spark thinks it may be crazy—see that’s why it’s flickering about
Says—“If light is what dispels the depths of darkness,
then what’s out there that affirms me?”
Spark looks and beholds other sparks flickering wildly
Says to itself,
“I believe we are the eyes of the darkness
...and we struggle to name what causes the darkness.
We go in search of the sparks rising.
We go!"
I said my baby!
I said my baby!
Let’s go!
Let’s go my baby!
These lips do not offer sugary smiles
Or words drenched in syrup
For you to swallow easy
Nor a shuffling vessel colored in black for you to wrap your dominance on
Because I’m the one the sun kissed itself on
And it kissed me in an image of light
The sore with the spark inside
Marked with dark skin to remind that I struggle to antagonize your white supremacy


  1. No comments yet? For shame! This is phenomenal art with a message that the world needs to get. The journey of discovering self-worth and resisting against the system that seeks to diminish it is painful and emotionally draining...yet hopeful intrinsically in the struggle and in what it teaches he/she who beholds this art.

    What comes after this (in the performance of this art) is pretty good too...I love how it links white supremacy to colonization of the minds of white people and people of color as well. This is a paradigm that has got to go.

  2. I love this, "Oppositional Spark" Thank you for this profound affirmation my young friend,sister daughter. You are a spark in my life coming at just the right time.

    Love, Mama Ingh