SHAPESHIFTING & SHEDDING SKIN

When the title for this blog came to me I wrote it down immediately. There were a number of synchronous conversations and personal events that made it feel utterly palpable. However, as I have been writing this over the last few weeks, the writing itself has continued to change shape. 

When I began my thoughts centered around the personal churning of citywide cocoons brought on by  covid but then with the murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and countless others my heart shifted to address a much deeper pandemic. This blog has literally shed skin many times over. Beware what you name a thing:)

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I been shapeshifting

I been

I been shapeshifting

I been 

I been shapeshifting

Since the very very beginning

-Shapeshifting, Pyeng Threadgill, May 22, 2020

There is a song currently being sung. This song is abrupt, unsettling, imploding, exploding, no bottom. The sounds are:

 

yells and hollars, 

cries and screams, 

repeat 

repeat 

repeat 

louder and louder 

exhaustion 

fatigue 

numbness 

delirium 

everyone-playing-at-once 

because this song is in-your-face bleeding truth. 

Hope and anger. 

Open your eyes “we’ve been telling you but you wouldn’t listen” lyrics.

I thought I knew about shapeshifting. About phoenixes, Anansi and Brer Rabbit, about being here and there and “here before” at the same time. But these days, these last few weeks?... I think everyone is learning a new definition of what it means to transform. 

Being Black in America, growing up in predominantly white institutions and many white social settings I learned to change shape, if you will. Being a Black woman ….I have learned to flip my cover, adjust my size, move in, move out like camouflage and still make magic. We all do. 

The people in the communities I was raised in, my aunts and uncles, my parents and their friends were adept shapeshifters as well. And they learned to play the shift as they lived it. My passion for teaching singing and movement comes from them as well as my desire to live and aid others in this honest expression and transformation. 

The Black Lives Matter movement could be thought of as an enormous group song too where we each play our own solo simultaneously. Where we are hearing the individual and collective voice at the same time. Hopefully, now we will remember the wisdom of music in order to become a new version of ourselves and the world that we truly want to live in.