Χαιρετισμός ~ Greeting

. . .
 
Xαιρετῶ
 
Μεγάλη ἡ ἀπόσταση
με την ἐπιΚοινωνία μας
 
Εἶμαι
στον χρόνο~χῶρο
κατά τον ὁποῖο
χρειάζομαι
να ἀκουστεῖ
και ἡ δικιά μου
ἱστορία
 
Είδικότερα,
στα ἂτομα
που εἶχαν
ἂμεση σχέση
με τον “σχηματισμό”
της ζωῆς μου
 
Ἣθελα, λοιπόν
να μοιραστῶ
την ἀριστοφανική τέχνη,
προμυθιακῶν διαστάσεων,
της stand-up comedianne
Hannah Gadsby
και συγκεκριμένα
του ἒργου της, με τίτλο
“Nanette”
 
.
 
Unfortunately,
unlike Hannah Gadsby,
i have all ways,
throughout “this”
lifetime of mine,
had noone “evolving”,
to include me.
 
Noone.
 
.
I grew-up
in a land that suffered
the “raping” of
“betrayal”
through a coup d’ etat
and,
the horrid “violation”
of an invasion.
 
… my 4th birthday, in fact
being just two days after
the 2nd onslaught of
that invasion, at the time …
 
And, it did not “end” there …
 
.
 
My generation, (1970)
was “forced” to attend school
the very next year
(5 year olds)
as a “measurement”
for all the “displaced”
and “orphaned” children
of my land’s affliction.
 
.
 
I grew-up
attending a school
on the very
“dead zone”
of that “green line”
which was enforced
on my land and her people.
 
.
 
This “event”
was a great “gift”
for myself,
and, at the same time,
of great calamity.
 
.
 
I grew-up
“learning”
about the horrors
of all forms of
violence,
whether it would be
“family abuse”,
“war”,
“social”,
from an incredibly
young age.
 
.
 
I “grew-up”
having my first period
at 9 and a half years of age
… just five years after
the violation of my land,
 
… in particular,
the ΘΗΛΥ of her people.
 
.
 
I “grew-up”
faced with, the anxiety
of being “an adult” child
 
And, the apprehension
of being a ΘΗΛΥ
 
… rendered powerless
to the potentiality, of
“forced parenthood”
 
.
 
I grew-up
shunned by peers
that were “taught” by their
adults, that “broken homes”
are something … “ill~defined.”
 
.
 
I grew-up
with
the “story of shame”,
for being “fat”, “loving girls”,
for BEing “sensitive”
 
… all
internalised,
en~graved
in me and
the “under~standing” of MySelf.
 
.
 
All and throughout my life
 
.
 
Distinctly, my own “family”
 
Expressly, my own “teachers”
and “friends”,
my own “neighbours”
and “associates”
 
.
 
Unfortunately,
unlike Hannah Gadsby,
i have all ways,
throughout “this”
lifetime of mine,
had noone “evolving”,
to include me.
 
Unfortunately,
unlike “van Gogh”,
i had
no “tether” to
“love”
and the “amalgamation”
her “unconditionality”
equips.
 
.
 
No.
 
I have been “different”
 
All my life
 
From any “other”
 
… who refused “diversity” .
 
.
 
And, yes.
 
It is a life
that brought me “here”
 
… the “BEingNess” of this “I Am”
 
.
 
But,
 
I know.
 
I will never “flourish”.
 
My “full potentiality”
is never to be “attained”
 
.
 
“Hindsight is a Gift”
 
.
 
And, fortunately,
 
like Hannah Gadsby, or Rose McGowan,
 
my story needs to be heard
 
.
 
Grateful & Great~Full
 
.
 
ALL WAYS
 
 
.
 
ale3iA
 
.

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Hannah Gadsby - Nanette - aristophanic art of promethean proportions

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