This ain’t no space about how literary the work is – but it is a revolutionary space in the sense that it’s real women not poets and yet poets telling their truth.
I didn’t start out to create the longest running weekly all women’s safe space performance venue but here we are.
I just wanted a space that embraced the spirit of native people since often times people of color can only be either or – African American, Latin American, Hispanic American, European American or Native American but not both and certainly not all, and yet so many of us are. And it always amazes me that women and mostly women of color are the first to blast this space because of it's name like I wouldn't stop to do my homework first and ask persmission from those that may know more about native history second. And yet on both counts I did and on both counts it has been accepted.
I just wanted a space that was generational so that torch passing happens organically and history is respected inherently
I didn’t start the space so that just about every one, male and female who has ever attended or featured at POW-WOW would post on twitter, facebook or myspace about how great this space is, but they do and it is.
I just wanted a space where women’s work was respected no matter who was in the audience. I just wanted women who had been silent because maybe their work wasn’t about rainbows and candy apples, and their family life wasn’t like the Cosby’s growing up, yet ain’t she got a right to speak as well.
I just wanted to be in a space that didn’t piss me off in the end because I had been called bitch or whore or dyke thirty times from the mic.
I just wanted a space where for once when I walked in a room other women who looked like me didn’t feel the need to body check me first (head to toe once over) ending with sucking their teeth. That we weren’t competing against, we were supporting each other.
I just wanted a space that didn’t need philosophical rhetoric describing how feminist or non – feminist we were.
I just wanted a space that women of color and lesbians and mothers, and daughters, and white women, and men and transgendered and whomever could experience kind words for at least one part of their week.
I just wanted a space where speaking doesn’t mean talking, whether signing or dancing or playing an instrument, we hear you, loudly.
I just wanted a space where the audience was trained to know what the hell they were listening to, or for that matter they were even listening.
I just wanted a space that could bridge the gap between social service and cultural and performing arts. So many times, all the degreed people feel that they can’t exist in the same space and yet, it does every Tuesday. That this space is responsible for the movement of so many awareness campaigns and so many lives being saved and so many women empowering themselves and so many men becoming allies for us.
I just wanted a space that would be like the space I would have created if I had been God.