P - So now we are going into age discrimination? Brah, I was just tying up my shoes man, ain't nobody out here tryna choose, sup wit all the Q'z man?
S - I ain't trippin', you see this yard? Look at all of these heads, yeah, that's my work, I cut hair, old heads, young heads, all heads that's why they call me Swervo, because I swerve heads, you feel me? All that's me. (both LOL, soul handshake)
P - Aaawh, that's what's up, you got me? What da Swerve hit for?
S - This ain't no hustle, I been doing this all of my life, no charge, everybody got they own thang, cutting hair is mine, you sound like you got something to say, so, come sit and speak, that's how we do, and you pretty much created a crowd with that 1868 shit, Karl-Maria?...
Y - Anybody else heterosexual? Or just the O.G.? Anymore black Heterosexuals?
Crowd of black inmates - Heterosexual fosho, yep
Domino game stops, vacuum silence, all eyes on the youngster, and the entire crowd gathers around and on the side of the Elder, as the youngster stands with Basketball under arm, says:
Y - I do know my history enough to tell you that you are right, in 1868, just three years after the abolishment of slavery in America, a white man named Karl-Maria Kertbeny did coin the word, homosexual, but that same white man also coined the word heterosexual, so, you, and all of the rest of y'all just called yourselves something that a white man made up, I was simply looking for a place to land.
Crowd gasp -
Y - This ain't about respect, this is about disrespect, so like I said earlier, after you got a t me real disrespectfully, "so, now I'm supposed to respect whatever it is you plan to say next?". I'll fly away now.
E - I've been in prison, and walking these yards for most of my life, and I ain't never heard about no Karl-Maria Kertbeny, or where that word cam from, ( pause) so I can respect that.
Y - Cool, you coming out tomorrow?
E - I don't see why we need to wait for tomorrow to start over right now, I'm Eric, that's Peanut, Chally Boy, Swervo, Bam, Richard, Ham, Bando...
Y - Parallaxboi.
End scene
A Place To Land
Act 2
Parallaxboi,walking away from a group of black inmates onto an empty half court to shoot around. Swervo, the youngest of the group also joins Parallaxboi to shoot around.
Swervo - That was crazy, (smiling) they ain't never heard nothing like that before, they want to know why you asked of they was coming back out tomorrow, and why you ain't over there with the punks?
P - I didn't see no punks, fags, or none of that, I did see some Transgender looking people tho, and I'm not with them for the same reason you're not over there with the Crips, so, I was just asking to figure out if I wanted to be around all of that again tomorrow, that's all.
S - They respect you, and it was me with the extra Q'z, anyway, so you're into older dudes? Or why didn't you come over to where the younger homies are?
In the era of Mass Incarceration, there is an ironic parallax, and while primarily viewed as invisible within our own communities that register as LGBTQI+ , and living in a "crowded closet" within our own families and religious and social structures in outer society, it is the purpose of this work, sharing the many stories and experiences of Incarcerated Americans that identify as what is known as Gay, and Bi-sexual, specifically from an Urban Cultural perspective.
Here, the reenactment of inner prison experiences, speaks on behalf of the many unheard voices and unengaged Human Rights violations corrections from within the company of those that continue generations of an agenda to expect for inner city youth to exist antithetical to our own nature, from, the otherside.
Although based on true experiences, this LIVE performance version and the ethnographic name and subcultural interchangeability format was designed to create urban connectivity freedoms of directors, and performers that engage this work.
Enjoy your reading, and Lead By Creation.
A Place To Land a play by: Floyd Smith
Act 1
A young black man enters a prison group yard for the 1st time. He goes to the recreation shack and checks out a Basketball, which he hasn't felt in over 4 years of going through the towns County Jail Court Journey, and State Prison Reception Center.
With the need to tighten the laces on his shoes before heading towards the basketball court, he looks around the yard to find a place to adjust his laces, a place to land.
With darting eyes to survey the yard, he notices how the prison yard is racially segregated, Asians in one area, whites in another, Native Americans, Pacific Islanders, Transgenders, Gamers, and several Black subcultural groups like gangs and clicks.
Walking toward what the young man viewed as close to his natural social habitat, which is an area near a Domino table of well aged black men, he sits down next to a neatly dressed black man that appears to be watching an ongoing 3 on 3 basketball game, a pick up game.
Youngster - Anybody right here? Need to lace up real quick
Elder - You're about to try to play ball while saggin wit some skinny pants on? Skinny Jeans?
Crowd of black inmates LOL
Y - So, now I'm supposed to respect whatever it is you plan to say next?
E - What? Respect? You youngstaz got the hair going nowadays, bet you call yourself a homosexual too, huh? You see, you wouldn't understand respect, because the white man got you saying that you are something that he made up.
Y - So, let me get this straight, I never said I was a "homosexual", but now I am saying it, I am a homosexual, so what are you, heterosexual? Is that what you call yourself?
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S - I ain't trippin', you see this yard? Look at all of these heads, yeah, that's my work, I cut hair, old heads, young heads, all heads that's why
they call me Swervo, because I swerve heads, you feel me? All that's me. (both LOL, soul handshake)
P - Aaawh, that's what's up, you got me? What da Swerve hit for?
S - This ain't no hustle, I been doing this all of my life, no charge, everybody got they own thang, cutting hair is mine, you sound like you got something to say, so, come sit and speak, that's how we do, and you pretty much created a crowd with that 1868 shit, Karl-Maria?...
P - I get it, I'm there
S - Parallax, gotta look that up.
Crowd of black inmates - Heterosexual fosho, yep
Domino game stops, vacuum silence, all eyes on the youngster, and the entire crowd gathers around and on the side of the Elder, as the youngster stands with Basketball under arm, says:
Y - I do know my history enough to tell you that you are right, in 1868, just three years after the abolishment of slavery in America, a white man named Karl-Maria Kertbeny did coin the word, homosexual, but that same white man also coined
the word heterosexual, so, you, and all of the rest of y'all just called yourselves something that a white man made up, I was simply looking for a place to land.
Crowd gasp -
Y - This ain't about respect, this is about disrespect, so like I said earlier, after you got a t me real disrespectfully, "so, now I'm supposed to respect whatever it is you plan to say next?". I'll fly away now.
E - I've been in prison, and walking these yards for most of my life, and I ain't never heard about no Karl-Maria Kertbeny, or where that word cam from, ( pause) so I can respect that.
Y - Cool, you coming out tomorrow?
E - I don't see why we need to wait for tomorrow to start over right now, I'm Eric, that's Peanut, Chally Boy, Swervo, Bam, Richard, Ham, Bando...
Y - Parallaxboi.
End scene
A Place To Land
Act 2
Parallaxboi,walking away from a group of black inmates onto an empty half court to shoot around.
Swervo, the youngest of the group also joins Parallaxboi to shoot around.
Swervo - That was crazy, (smiling) they ain't never heard nothing like that before, they want to know why you asked of they was coming back out tomorrow, and why you ain't over there with the punks?
P - I didn't see no punks, fags, or none of that, I did see some Transgender looking people tho, and I'm not with them for the same reason you're not
over there with the Crips, so, I was just asking to figure out if I wanted to be around all of that again tomorrow, that's all.
S - They respect you, and it was me with the extra Q'z, anyway, so you're into older dudes? Or why didn't you come over to where the younger homies are?
In the era of Mass Incarceration, there is an ironic parallax, and while primarily viewed as invisible within our own communities that
register as LGBTQI+ , and living in a "crowded closet" within our own families and religious and social structures in outer society, it is the purpose of this work, sharing the many stories and
experiences of Incarcerated Americans that identify as what is known as Gay, and Bi-sexual, specifically from an Urban Cultural perspective.
Here, the reenactment of inner prison experiences, speaks on behalf of the many unheard voices and unengaged Human Rights violations corrections from within the company of those that continue generations of an agenda to expect for inner city youth to exist antithetical to our own nature, from, the otherside.
Although based on true experiences, this LIVE performance version and the ethnographic name and subcultural interchangeability format was designed to create urban connectivity freedoms of directors, and performers that engage this work.
Enjoy your reading, and Lead By Creation.
A Place To Land
a play by: Floyd Smith
Act 1
A young black man enters a prison group yard for the 1st time.
He goes to the recreation shack and checks out a Basketball, which he hasn't felt in over 4 years of going through the towns County Jail Court Journey, and State Prison Reception Center.
With the need to tighten the laces on his shoes before heading towards the basketball court, he looks around the yard to find a place to adjust his laces, a place to land.
With darting eyes to survey the yard, he notices how the prison yard is racially segregated, Asians in one area, whites in another, Native Americans, Pacific Islanders, Transgenders, Gamers, and several Black subcultural groups like gangs and clicks.
Walking toward what the young man viewed as close to his natural social habitat, which is an area near a Domino table of well aged black men, he sits down next to a neatly dressed black man that
appears to be watching an ongoing 3 on 3 basketball game, a pick up game.
Youngster - Anybody right here? Need to lace up
real quick
Elder - You're about to try to play ball while
saggin wit some skinny pants on? Skinny
Jeans?
Crowd of black inmates LOL
Y - So, now I'm supposed to respect whatever it is
you plan to say next?
E - What? Respect? You youngstaz got the hair going
nowadays, bet you call yourself a homosexual
too, huh? You see, you wouldn't understand
respect, because the white man got you saying
that you are something that he made up.
Y - So, let me get this straight, I never said I
was a "homosexual", but now I am saying it, I
am a homosexual, so what are you, heterosexual?
Is that what you call yourself?
E - One hunnit percent heterosexual
Ps. and great piece!
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