To the Disrespectful “Artists”

I am an avid arts event goer. Whether I am performing or not I always enjoy the experience and environment of a good artistic space. There is however, always that one person in the audience that throws off the whole vibe. When things like this happen where an artist is disrespected I try to focus even more on the artist performing or creating work. Any artist knows how it feels being onstage. It is often a very liberating experience. It can be very nerve racking for others. One thing that I cant stand is when “artists” disrespect other artists while they are performing/sharing presenting their work.  That’s what I have no patience for. How do you call yourself an artist, and you can’t respect other artist?!? You don’t have to agree with what they have to offer but don’t be rude to them or disrespectful.  When you do that your audience will most likely lose respect for you. If you are feeling out of place, disrespected, insecure or nervous, don’t disrespect the person that is on stage. Take that up to them after the show in a decent way or just step out. I’m sure that is a lot more appreciated by everyone, especially the one on stage.. Respect yourself enough to respect others.You know good and full well you wouldn’t like to be disrespected while sharing your work.
I know I’ve had a few people laugh or respond crazy when I’m onstage, and it’s alright, but the key is not letting it get to you and hoping that a piece of your message will soon reach them too. Know that you are there to do what you do and not give others an ego boost by focusing on them. If you focus on them or call them out the audience will get caught up too. The best thing to do is maintain focus on why you are on stage to begin with and to give all of that to the audience. The ones who behave the way that they do may even gain from it, they may also respect you more for not feeding into their immaturity/insecurity. We all have different tastes styles and opinions so in the name of the arts being a medium of self expression don’t discourage another’s self expression. Art is one of the purest things on earth. The art people create is like a child to them, it’s their baby sometimes. Respect the things in life that are still substantial, honest and pure. There is not too much of that left within view or celebrated as valuable. Be grateful for the artist that is willing to share much of themselves in sincerity. For some it’s all they have. And that’s a beautiful thing.
Until you are able to be repectful of an artist please don’t go around claiming to be one..you’re giving others a bad example and misrepresenting many. You are representing yourself as a person before anything..what kind of person do you want to be seen as?

Copyright, 2012 Narelle Thomas, All rights reserved. May not be duplicated in any form without express written permission by the author.

Liberation

I  am  a  butterfly  in  a  jar  waiting  to  be  freed

self  expression  is  key  to  my  being
lending  a  helping  hand  and  a  listening  ear  are  of  my  expertise
I  search  for  light  in  the  darkest  places  and  truths  within  this  heap  of  lies
I  walk  the  tightrope  of  life  guided  by  honesty,  hope,  love  and  aspiration
my  heart  shows  me  what  my  eyes  can’t
thinking  freely  with  creativity  is important  to  me
but  school  and  other  places  try  and  narrow  my  way  of  thinking  limiting  it  to  inside  of  the  box
 instead  of  where  it  wants  to  be
self  expression  is  strong  and  naturally  ocurring
and  allows  me  to  escape  the  jar  and  once  again  become   f  r  e  e 
 Copyright, 2009 Narelle Thomas, All rights reserved.  May not be duplicated in any form without express written permission by the author

The Unmasking of a Natural Beauty

Why do you laugh when I’m myself not that funny kind of laugh but… the hurtful one

why do I go home feeling hurt every day until pain overcomes my whole body and tears through my brain

putting your words on display

repeating and building ..

stronger

 each and every time

again and again

until I almost believe your lies

 why do I have to wear an elaborate disguise to hide myself

and mask my words with things that you’d like to hear

trying not to show my fear of being hurt and put down another day

I go to school

and ask what will it be today?

my kinky hair or my old hat to cover it?

will it be my big lips or the way that I suck them in to try to make them look like that supermodels on tv?

is it the shoes that i didn’t buy yesterday or the day before that makes you call me poor

is it that i don’t pronounce my words as clearly as you do

or how my family doesn’t have enough money to just supply me with whatever stuff i wish for?

 so i go home and ask my mom a different question every day

“why can’t i have a relaxer or a flat iron at least?”

“why is my nose wide and my lips big with cheek bones that reach for the sky?”

why can’t I at least have one more pair of shoes or show jewelery like the other kids

so one day she sat me down and i thought oh no i’ve already said too much  she knows everything i’m thinking and then she told me that that’s what makes me different…

that i’m the way that I’m supposed to be

a natural beauty

I don’t need to wear a mask to fit in and be like everyone else

 I can be myself

 me

I don’t need to wear a hat to cover my hair

my kinks and curls are beautiful and my features are lively

 I don’t need a relaxer to straighten my personality

she told me that I should never have shame for being myself and should use my words

 to make them think…

show them how to love themselves too

and how we can all help each other

and learn to love each other so much that we can push our differences aside

and embrace them 

sew our similarities together

 and just be us

the many that form one
 Copyright, 2011 Narelle Thomas, All rights reserved.  May not be duplicated in any form without express written permission by the author.

Soaring Upwards

Soaring Upwards-

Sometimes I sit and wonder what it feels like to be a bird…to be free
to fly in the sky…and soar..up
so high..above everything
making it seem so small
with great distance..higher and higher
confident…not worried about falling
birds are like us
but they sing to each other
they have nests
they even build from their environments
communities…
they sing out loud for everyone to hear
they speak their languages
the many pitches tones and caws
and each are understood commonly
they don’t need TV to show them reality
with no flaw…they are free
to fly must mean to have no limits..no boundaries..no animosity…
being true and in tune with the things around you
and if people are so much like birds ..what happened?
where did we go wrong?
some say that they like to be firmly planted to the ground but I ask… why?…. we aren’t trees
but even trees look to their roots for guidance
they fly together
they aren’t confined…with trapped minds…
we like having our minds in the clouds…afraid to come down
we seem to be so tied back and down by the temporary chains of earth
if only we could see through the eyes of the birds
they can fly through the trees …past the clouds
and never look down, for the fall
but instead looking up towards the sun
why can’t we fly?…I wonder
sometimes as i sit and watch the birds and become inspired
as I continue to look…I dream
I see us and them too
flying with wings of infinity
higher past the limits and further than the skies

Copyright, 2011 Narelle Thomas, All rights reserved. May not be duplicated in any form without express written permission by the author