The metaphor is incredible.
I emailed this video to one of my high school English teachers who is interested in my slam poetry and his response made me so happy. This is what he said:
“Maya, I am completely floored.
When I saw the title of the performance I knew it was going somewhere. The metaphor of love as a game for which the playee has bared and simplified herself in hopes of the pleasure (“isn’t this fun”) of experiencing the thrill of the fall is a story I know too well. I love the notion of the feminine having to abridge herself because the other does not have the ability to grasp and understand the complexity of the beauty that exists outside of the block. I find it ironic how the blocks all represent pieces of a whole being, yet the being can’t be whole and still rollercoaster about the waves of passion - for she would break. But by truncating herself into pieces she remains a multi-layered unit that can fall, not break and rebuild herself.
The question lies:
When will the time come that my pieces can stay where they belong and not be meddled by the hands of one who doesn’t understand my true worth?
Will I find a compliment who doesn’t want to play me, but rather wants to support my tower and secure me if any of my blocks begin to slide without my knowledge?
Dare I say - Is there one who will build me higher?”
