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?
Hi Xzyzst! "I finished the transcription for your post" like in old times, lol. Hope you can stay safe from that f...ing virus, read about the massive outbreak. Thinking of you, big hug ju Ps. and great piece!
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Thank you very much for writing. I have just read and transcribed your poem, which I hope I have done correctly. I thought it was hugely moving, and that your words express a really powerful and important message that a lot of people need to hear. You have a real talent for writing. Thank you again.
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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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