The topic of this play is a difficult and painful one. It recounts the real-life story of Sarah Baartman, a black African women who was lured by an exploitative white business man in 1810 under false pretenses to come and work in the circus. Though Baartman was told she'd was being brought to Paris, a place where "the streets were paved with gold," as a dancer, she was instead put display in a freak show naked and in a cage. The only dancing she got to perform were movements that confirmed her status as a Venus Hottentot (a racist stereotype applied to certain sub-Saharan African women who were cast as hypersexual beings because of their large backsides).
To be sure, watching this play would be very difficult, as viewers of the play would then by proxy become observers of the Venus Hottentot. But, Lori-Parks, a Pulitzer-prize winning African-American playwright "wants" us to squirm. The point of the exercise is to bring forth needed conversations about imperialism, exploitation and race. And that, indeed, her play does.
Be forewarned, if you pick this up, that the play script is very postmodern, stylized and carnivalesque. The scenes move backwards in time, and the script contains a jeering chorus and representations of multiple explicit instances of abuse too. But, if you're schooled in how to read scripts (and if you're not cowed by things that are edgy), you'll equipped to deal with Lori-Parks' brilliance.