An Interview With Luba Lukova Designer of the New "Say So" Logo "I think art should reflect what is going on in the real world," said Luba Lukova, the designer of the Alliance's new SAY SO logo. Lukova's posters have gained international acclaim for their interpretation of social issues such as those addressed by the Alliance. "I am not an isolated, distant artist," she said. I keep my eyes, ears and, most importantly my heart open to what is happening around us and then I express what I feel..." [Read more.] |
SAYSO! 2007: Cheryl ConnellAt SAYSO! 2007, Cheryl Connell performed the following. Women get thick- fat -so many different ways
The shelter was the kitchen when I escaped him in my day While neighbourhood kids chased rainbows I held fast my shades of grey When a woman child knows her fate Truth chases light away When I was girl I was touched And no- not emotionally nor symbolically Nor touched with a sense that showed me He cared for me Though my parents did They weren’t aware of he Of this man Of his hands That strangled my dreams Before I put pen to paper I was torn at the seams Of my own freedom; my reality. My lifeline became a sneaky past time Never again will he want something that is mine. Years passed Victimization comes swiftly To those who seek it Who ask Without a tremor in their voice And me, I thought I had no choice But to take it I grew up I learned to fake it Until I saw the semen in the food and in the blood And my mind it did flood Drowning not just in his fist But in my own dreams I woke up- my insides were spilling from my torn seams This big daddy doctor He prescribed me a dose of denial He had me stand trial And I stood not plaintiff, but defendant. The justification of his deeds became my punishment I was a woman as a child and grew up into a girl. I still sometimes forget how to be in this man’s world Taught me what life was really about- And teach, he did with ease I sought the sadists I sniffed them out Them, I was trained to please Until I stood thick with lies and sex And I still shudder when he breathes I used to blame the blood on him Now I mother this disease He already took so much too much I’ll be damned if he takes me! And my dreams- still held tight In my fist -knuckles white- Still bloodied at the seams
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Voices and Faces:
Charlotte Pierce-Baker 
"The way out is to tell: Speak the acts perpetrated upon us, speak the atrocities, speak the injustices, speak the violations of the soul. Someone will listen, someone will believe our stories, someone will join us."
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SAYSO 2008 Album 5
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