Here is a little sneak peak from my newly released experimental play Aphrodite’s Baby: The Origin of Galatea, an Africana reworking of Ovid’s Pygmalion.
“GALATEA:
Love has brought me here,
Into a world full of charm and embrace
If only ecstasy could come and erase all that holds us from our desire
To erase all of what holds us still,
Encompassed into what grinds our spirits into nothing but teeth and rage
But not me,
I was born of love
Love and desire
What men dream of
As they pick and choose who will or won’t do for a wife, a lover, a maid, or a slave
Across the waters women roamed naked of influence outside of their mother tongue,
Their men once chose battles well within measure
Where outsiders wouldn’t dare,
Until the seldom few pushed out from within
Endorsed by traitors and raiders
Through Ogun and Nzinga one Great War could have been won
Through Athena all this mess could be close to done
But still their descendants linger on
Lost throughout the lands
And stifled below those of the women, the raiders so-called cherished and crowned,
But even those women were drowned of a voice…
Drenched in gold, Mother anointed herself in rose,
She now pays no mind and moves toward her reclaimed triumph
From the carnage that she brushed off her bronzed slender shoulders
She stepped on another ship to other lands
One that would touch her back with a more understanding embrace
How did I get here, you ask?
Well out of love
She is love,
I am of love
But the circumstances of us is hard to conclude
How do you beat this racial feud?
Maybe in another time…
We have a bit longer to go
Maman chose to uphold the world’s battles her way,
She was a woman…”
The full play can be purchased through this link:
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