Ntozake Shange is probably one of my favorite poets, I enjoy the sensual rebellion in her tone while conveying complex ideas and cracking open the limited scope through which we connect with art, life, and each other. Her words ignite something within you to view yourself and the external environment in ways beyond your horizon. I enjoyed how this book affirmed how I have always felt about American theater and what my role is as a poet. In this book, Ntozake Shange allows me [us/Black people] to insert ourselves and contort the structures of theatre with our presence. She speaks with deep compassion for the humanity of Black people and how our abundance has the power to shatter structural inequities and expectations.
I was a bit confused however because you get midway through the book and it starts over, like literally. As if the same thing was printed twice. Definitely not complaining because repetition is key in radicalized thinking.