11th December 2017
Woodcrest | Non-Fiction | Dashikis and War Paint
I watched as the greatest symbols and silhouettes of hope Iâve ever seen let glee drive them into a joyful madness. There were no politics, no malevolent motives, no need to build identity with the tattered remains of another; just movement, just dainty dances, just the need to enjoy the moment others. It was an Eden thousands of serpents could not taint. It was a place where there was no I, me, he, she, they, them, or us. There was only we, something so pure that the thought of its corruption