My Project is a spoken word poem that I wrote about consent. I contextualized my spoken word poem. I then preformed the poem in three different contexts since there are many emotions that relate to consent. One context is raw, confusion, and recovery.
For the art portion I recorded the poem in different contexts. I then played them back and listened to the recording while painting. I created multiple pieces of abstract art while listening to the recordings. I believe I truly challenged myself with the art portion because I have never experimented with abstraction. I researched Jackson Pollock and read a book about the art of abstraction to find how to bring out different textures and emotions in my pieces.
For the art portion I recorded the poem in different contexts. I then played them back and listened to the recording while painting. I created multiple pieces of abstract art while listening to the recordings. I believe I truly challenged myself with the art portion because I have never experimented with abstraction. I researched Jackson Pollock and read a book about the art of abstraction to find how to bring out different textures and emotions in my pieces.
Gatekeeper
My body the playground for these men to climb upon like the children at a local park;
So familiar with what and where to touch, like they’ve been here before.
But they have not for my body is exclusive.
For this playground has you drive on the windy roads of which are my curves.
My bottom the surrounding mountains where strangers take hikes.
Me the gatekeeper,
My breasts the swingset,
And what lays between my thighs the slide
And just when it’s time to go home
‘Just ten more minutes, please?’
Just because You have my consent does not mean my head is bombarded with
Oh no what am I doing?
How do I stop?
I led him on.
I led him on.
I led him on.
You can’t stop once you’ve started?
Right.
You said I was throwing mixed signals
And I was.
Hoping soon you’d catch on to them
Maybe those mixed signals were my way of saying no
Because when I told you yes my body told me no
No is a scary word
No is telling someone you are afraid.
No is being weak
I can’t be weak
I mustn’t be weak
How do you find the courage to say no to someone you barely know?
Stranded in the middle of nowhere my thoughts were back home.
Taking me on an adventure.
Escaping anywhere but in this moment.
I’m bruised from my waist to my knees.
My body aches and I tell him that.
I’m tired;
I have to wake up early;
Please can we go to bed?
But it’s fine. Because it’s what you want. Because your sexual needs out rank my personal.
Because I led you on by coming from yoga.
Tight pants where you can see the mountains surrounding my curves told you I wanted it.
Maybe the strongest word of the English language is no.
And the weakest is yes.
So familiar with what and where to touch, like they’ve been here before.
But they have not for my body is exclusive.
For this playground has you drive on the windy roads of which are my curves.
My bottom the surrounding mountains where strangers take hikes.
Me the gatekeeper,
My breasts the swingset,
And what lays between my thighs the slide
And just when it’s time to go home
‘Just ten more minutes, please?’
Just because You have my consent does not mean my head is bombarded with
Oh no what am I doing?
How do I stop?
I led him on.
I led him on.
I led him on.
You can’t stop once you’ve started?
Right.
You said I was throwing mixed signals
And I was.
Hoping soon you’d catch on to them
Maybe those mixed signals were my way of saying no
Because when I told you yes my body told me no
No is a scary word
No is telling someone you are afraid.
No is being weak
I can’t be weak
I mustn’t be weak
How do you find the courage to say no to someone you barely know?
Stranded in the middle of nowhere my thoughts were back home.
Taking me on an adventure.
Escaping anywhere but in this moment.
I’m bruised from my waist to my knees.
My body aches and I tell him that.
I’m tired;
I have to wake up early;
Please can we go to bed?
But it’s fine. Because it’s what you want. Because your sexual needs out rank my personal.
Because I led you on by coming from yoga.
Tight pants where you can see the mountains surrounding my curves told you I wanted it.
Maybe the strongest word of the English language is no.
And the weakest is yes.