Sandra Mae Frank
Tie me with chains?
I’ll break them.
Tie me to a tree?
I’ll merge from its roots and prove you wrong.
Dress me up like a helpless princess?
I’ll take it off and dress like a Wonder Woman instead.
Tell me to cover up more skins?
I’ll walk topless.
Treat me as an equal so we can work together
rather than going through all of our oppression fights.
Deaf. Female. Artist.
Senior at Gallaudet University. Majoring in Theatre and English.
An actor who performed on stage, held a drill, and hung lights.
Currently working on producing and directing “MEDEA” for Spring 2018.
Feeling anxious of what the future have in holds for me but
Proud of my accomplishments and my identity.
I am profoundly awake, in my bones.
This body is a finite resource. I am resilient, until I am not.
Seduced but increasingly irritated by stasis, I yearn to break free of this monotonous yet ever shifting landscape. Adulthood. Mortality. Capitalism.
Relentless work towards no ends that ever feel like “enough.”
Will I always hunger?
She looks in the mirror and sees the person she was yesterday.
“Hm, I’m a very different person today.”
She changes a few times and rediscovers a shirt she forgot about. She looks in the mirror
“Something is off… oh!”
She takes off her boobs and puts them away. Satisfied, she leaves.
Hold my hand mama.
Sing me a lullaby mama.
Little hand, soft snores.
Climb into bed, exhausted,
K’s cot beside me, inevitable 3am visit
Rattling doorknob, pattering footsteps
I love you mama.
Can I cuddle mama.
Hold my hand mama.
I am a survivor
I have scars
You may or may not see it
The scars might be on the surface of my body
or deep inside my heart
I have survived near death experiences, sexual assault, depression, abuse and heartbreaks
I have drowned myself with unhealthy food killing myself slowly for years
But, now I am free because I am a survivor, love myself and continue to laugh till I cry.
“Snuggle?” Rebecca asks
and I am on the couch beside her
soft white fur between our fingers
dog content across our laps
my favorite time of day
Charles smiles and time stops
I exist, I am, I need not do
anything else but
listen, feel, breathe
all that matters
Five years old, Disney on Ice
“Mum, I can see her underwear!”
“No, hon, that’s her costume”
She was right, of course, but she also missed the point
Flash forward twenty years to a Feminist Theatre unit
bell hooks explains marriage and dowries as buying and selling women
And I could finally articulate my confusion
Art love, lights love.
me enjoy lightpaint stage.
Always involved theatre
Since little girl,
samematter Iowa grow.
Look forward future, new opportunities.
life always changing,
recently married my wife.
happy settle down.
my life turnpage new chapter.
wonder theatre continue support me?
me want continue success.
Glass ceiling breakopen.