This is by far my favorite piece I've created in this class. It speaks to something I have experienced before, but also something I've experienced harshly this year. No one seems to want to get to know me, they don't want clear communication, they don't want to get to the truth of any matter. They would rather pummel me into the dirt and smear my name rather than come to understand who I am. This piece was partly for them. Not necessarily to change their mind, nor to show them who I am, but to lay out the damage they have done, plain as day and show them, even if I spend years undoing what they've done to me, they've still caused me considerable damage. And if they don't care, that's their prerogative, but I refuse to let them forget it. But this piece is also for the people who have been put down and have had to work through their hardship. It is representative of a common way that human beings hurt each other. We constantly, as tribalistic creat...