Negão, preta, escura e morana Are the words used to describe me To describe me To destinguish me from thee To further divide our unity This is your Brazilian country U—NI—TY a word that we once used to be Go ahead… Cut me You’ll see… go ahead …. I bleed The red, flowing, liquified blood Pouring, gushing, freefalling…. this is what we call living But somewhere along the line to you I’ve stopped existing And all you see is this little black girl This little black girl with no place or business in your world Shut up, shot down and shut out from the luxuries that you breathe Like a breath of fresh...

My colleagues and I were already part of the student council in our school and we realized that theatre, like other forms of arts, is the easiest way to get close to young people, especially girls. So we decided to create a play on domestic violence. We had domestic violence cases very close to us that had great impact on our lives, that’s why we recognized the importance of talking about this, especially with girls. This observation was the motivation we needed to create the Cia. Em.Quadro project. We saw that we had a powerful idea when we attended the Generation Unlimited Youth Challenge...

The first time my parents told me that schools were going to close because of covid-19, I was upset because I didn't want to stay home all the time without seeing my friends. Then I understood the severity of the disease so I accepted that I would have to stay home for a while. I think what made me accept that I was going to stay at home was the fact that I had no other choice, but now I feel like I don't want to leave. My routine in relation to my studies is practically the same, I wake up at 12 a.m. and I will go straight to lunch, then I spend about 4 hours doing the school tasks. And then...

I'm hopeful that peace will land on us someday.

Throughout my childhood, I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. Many said I would be a politician or something, but there was a problem: my childhood was interrupted by child labour. I started working at 8 years old. While my friends were having fun on weekends, I was a small waiter serving people on the beaches of my city. I had no right to play. And this routine was quite tiring for me: all-day long, under an intense sun, barefoot and with a very busy workload. I was exhausted to go to school on Mondays.