21 March 2026, Monthly Open Mic, hosted by Spraakuhloos, at Café Dox, Rotterdam, NL
“...We have forgotten what it means to be part of an interconnected whole At the dawn of agriculture, we let fear of scarcity take over control To generate abundance, secure surplus, bathe in richness became our primary goals Our fellow beings being deemed inferior and the Land too wild to exist on its own And as the oceans aren’t possessed by none, Their acidification is being quietly condoned...”
“...Out in this light blue sea Which is kissed by the glistening sun Like a diamond showing its hidden beauty Teasing my soul to take another dive But upon my gentle touch The water escapes my grip every time And I realise it’s there that their suffering still lies As cargo stored away As servants to a master who had one day just showed up With yoke, Bible, and branding iron Looking for economic gain...”
“...I squeezed my sister’s hand as my body urged to move My spine was longing to stretch while my baby demanded more room That protective shield wiped up and now gone My womb tightened and relaxed to an inaudible drum Surrendered to her strength, I breathed in some more O2 And high on oxytocin, I danced to her tunes...”
