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Kamari Romeo

Updated: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 04:44 am

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Biography

I am a theatre practitioner with interests primarily in issue based theatre and writing. I have experience in working with vulnerable communities such as people with EAL, SEN and mental health needs in personal and professional settings. I have also done a lot of work with LGBT young people. I enjoy working with people of all ages and am equipped with the skills to work with people from the ages of 3-100! I am an eclectic artist and like to use music, film and movement to connect with my participants during facilitation. I believe that as well as creating a therapeutic environment for participants, it is important for people to feel like they have creative freedom over their own work and as I lead projects, I endeavor to provide this freedom. As a freelance practitioner, I have the freedom to dedicate my time wholly to the projects that matter most to me; I am always on the lookout for opportunities to work in new settings and network with fresh talent as well as establishing my own work as a writer and performer.

Samples

If you make ONE more joke, about me eating chicken, black women or tooth kissing, Imma give you one reason to need stitches without witness. It feels like everywhere I’m going, I’m being provoked, I try to get close but I’m pushed back onto to the boat, to where I supposedly came from. The trouble with this is that when boat sets sail, the sat nav, sends the black man, on the map back to square one. What is the root of this? Technology has evolved. Shame about humans, confusing, how ape evolved into man then man into goat. These days people are so, politically correct to the human ear yet immorally erect with the words that pass out of their mouth as banter, have some respect. I hate to be that guy, in fact, I’m not even gonna try and lie, I don’t know enough about my history and I can blame the school system with every breath I have within me but I die, because every day I’m tryna fight the black stereotype with everything white, its glistening, in shame. In this circumstance everyone’s a loser, we’re boxed so tightly, the lightest lighty doesn’t get off lightly when it comes to matters of race and propriety, that’s society, nowadays, we’re so desensitized to this modern life that we have kids, aged five with technological dev-ices, exposed to pornography and their parent’s passcode, left to their own devices, small brains, still growing, left to differentiate what wrong and right is, small brains still growing, moulding to sensory light beams, candy crush and angry bird is what you think your child is liking, 15 years down the line and child is serving life in, pen. This is not a poem about race. I didn’t pick up my pen and decide to write, about what white, or even black people are doing wrong, I’m not here just to throw words in people’s face. It’s deeper than that. I’m rebelling against every bell end that fell into stiches when I dressed in my finest stiches. I’m rebelling against every bell end that choked at the fact that I spoke and continue to speak well for a black person, whatever that means. I’m rebelling against every bell end that laughed on the inside when I didn’t get my words right, because you think that black people are intellectually lame and paid no attention to the structure of my dyspraxic brain. Failure is not exclusive to race. Some of these sentences apply to mannequins of the same make, raggamuffins of the same bake, if I looked in the mirror on occasion, I’d be looking at a racist with the same face. Let’s break cycles. Let’s stop going round in circles doing the hokey cokey in situations that don’t invite us, put your leg back in. Be aware of your morals and how they reflect on your own view of you because what you believe, if you’re not careful will be projected as truth. Thirdly and finally, please could you kindly, give the next generation a chance, to advance well over the ignorance we have to pass. Small brains, still growing, left to their own devices, could be the next generation of hate, that turn off the lights here. Darwin©KamariRomeo.

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Graham Sherwood

Fri 15th Aug 2014 17:01

Hello Kamari
Welcome to Write Out Loud, we hope you are enjoying the site and we're really looking forward to reading some of your work. I know that you will be warmly welcomed by other WOL-ers too.

Thanks for having already uploaded a picture of yourself, it’s really good to see what our fellow poets look like.

Have a good look around, there’s always lots going on and if you have the time to make some comments about the work of other poets please feel free to do so, it’s often the best way to get some constructive feedback about your own work too.
There’s usually somebody who’ll help you out with any problems that you might encounter, so just ask and someone will get back to you.
WOL is a friendly, creative and unassuming place, so welcome from all of us once again.

The Write Out Loud Team.

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