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Black Ariel, A Monologue
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Sometimes, I think I was borne of the ocean. Like the sea itself - all its ripples, and riptides, and waves, and whirlpools - were in me. How can something so vast, so endless, possibly be contained? I would press my fingertips to the shoreline, and wonder where the boundaries lay. The point of demarcation. The line separating blue ocean from brown soil... Where could it be found? I loved the ocean. But it made me sad. I guess it reminded me of myself.
For as long as I could remember, I'd been moving. Ever changing. Ever restless. Never still. How do you keep something so wild in a cage? How do you keep something so wild? "A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages" - my Grandmother would say. And my heart was a jungle. Oh, to spend one's life defined by the search for a freedom that doesn't exist. It makes you reckless, you know?
I met a man who told me I was like chaos. Something about me felt borderless.. infinite, almost. And it scared him. Because, for the life of him, he couldn't fathom where I began and ended. I think he feared he'd fall asleep, one night, holding me.. Then wake to find I'd seeped through his fingers. "Like Chaos" he said. As though I were a force of nature. Crashing into things, people. Washing up and over. Swallowing whole. Not unlike the ocean that raged.
At night, I'd dream of being a Mermaid. Half human, half creature. Half woman, half goddess. Half earthly, half other-worldly. Half making a home, half passing through. In my mind's eye, I saw myself swimming. Out into the ocean. Out to nowhere in particular. Just out. Away. Somewhere I could become one with something bigger - more restless, more reckless, more infinite - than myself. In order to find the peace within myself. To be alive yet settled. I would close my eyes. Feel the beat of my heart - rising, falling in time with the tide. Let the waves crash into me. Wash up, wash over. Swallowing me whole. Dragging me under. Into my chaos, into my depths. A prisoner once more... Free at last.
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Speaking in Tongues
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Bloomsbury Hotel
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Michelle O Faith London, UK
Michelle O Faith AKA Black Ariel.
Singer, songwriter, producer from south London/the ocean. I make genre-bending Pop with an alternative edge. You decide who I remind you of? Chances are nobody.
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