tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49624233996930908132024-03-13T12:07:58.533-07:00Voicingscyberdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13359693663158706463noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962423399693090813.post-24255838929970761662007-03-19T07:28:00.000-07:002007-03-19T12:19:59.648-07:00 QI 2007 some exchanges<br><br>This is the <br><br>PROLOGUE<br><br>___<br><br><span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;">R</span><br><br><br>I came to the land of the free<br><br>I spoke<br><br>They told me what my voice had said<br><br>what they said i said<br><br><br>they heard<br><br>this<br><br>i thought<br><br>and turned silent<br><br>they took my voice away<br><br><br>then I qualified to be a researcher<br><br><br>I went<br><br>I asked<br><br>I unearthed<br><br>they spoke<br><br>or i thought they did<br><br>I was told to write what they said<br><br><br>should I?<br><br>why should I...<br><br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;">P</span><br><br><br>They knew me before I came<br>They knew me - the TV told them all about me <br>But now I am here<br>Can I tell them the other side?<br>I donít knowÖ<br>Do I have the voice to tell them all?<br>May be yesÖmay be no<br><br>I knew themÖbefore I got there<br>Now I am on the other side<br>Can they tell me about the other side?<br>I donít knowÖ<br>Do they have the voice to tell it all?<br>May be yesÖmay be no<br><br>We are sameÖbut different<br>I am themÖthey are me<br>We all searching for the voice<br>The voice that wants to speak it all<br>The voice that is still afraid to speak it all<br><br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">C</span><br><br><br>"the burden was not mine to bear"<br><br>I was there<br>&<br>IMMEDIATELY <br>I felt the weight of the past,<br>of the future<br>of their professed knowledge <br>and of reality.<br>and once again,<br>I felt likeÖ<br>why is it always <br>MY <br>responsibility to<br>explain<br>my culture & my experiences <br>to <br>YOU...<br>but<br>this time it was<br>different.<br>because<br>it wasnít my responsibility<br>the burden was not mine to bear<br>I was not one<br>of <br>them<br>but somehow I was trapped with them.<br>I couldnít leave them with that weight.<br>I couldnít create that weight<br>and not <br>bear that weight too.<br>outside...I was not one of them...<br>but inside I was with them.<br><br>-cj-<br><br>this time<br>I took their questions <br>person-ally<br>because <br>I knew that <br>the answers<br>were already constructed<br>because I knew that<br>there was a part of me <br>that they tried <br>to hide, not wanting to collide<br>they struggledÖand wonderedÖand pondered<br>about how to<br>ìintegrate <br>[themselves] <br>into this environment.î<br>They wanted to pretend<br>that there werenít aspects of me <br>that didnít blend <br>into this horizon<br>and so, when the questions came,<br>I found myself<br>on the other side of the fence <br>playing defense<br>of a sort<br>and wondering how research <br>became entangled with <br>historyÖ<br>wondering why the faces of their stories<br>resembled my own.<br>But while recognizing, applauding, and encouraging<br>their defensive tactics<br>I fought<br>against <br>me<br>and what I represented<br>because I found<br>my feet in both worlds<br>and remembered<br>what <br>it <br>felt <br>like<br>to have your <br>song<br>re-constructed.<br>-cj-<br><br><br>__<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">R</span><br>__<br><br><a title="http://cyberdivalive.livejournal.com/2006/02/15/" href="http://cyberdivalive.livejournal.com/2006/02/15/">http://cyberdivalive.livejournal.com/2006/02/15/</a> <br><br>cyberdivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13359693663158706463noreply@blogger.com0