What do you do with your rage when the system not only functions via injustices, but thrives on them? Espinosa’s play explores the question at every angle, tossing a firecracker into a pressure cooker. The tension and anger and exasperation and betrayal, every one is palpable in every line and every image. A heart-wrenching look into being a woman of color in America, and the mental anguish inside those trying to do something, anything amidst so much corruption.

A visceral exploration of trauma, systemic violence, and the finer details that can be lost in the shuffle when looking at a bigger picture. A much needed portrayal of the impotent rage inside us all that burns ever brighter in the face of overarching injustice. Espinosa's fearless narrative challenges it's characters on a deep and personal level leading up to a climax that left my jaw on the floor. This is one for the books.

There have been so many beautiful things that have been said about The Language of the Unheard by the virtuosic Alisha Espinosa. It is timely (and sadly timeless). It explores trauma, the failed justice system, womanhood, black life, sexual assault and the great place of intersection for outrage and movement against all of the above: protest and art. Do not let the brevity deceive you. This play is packed full of commentary on so many social ills. You'll re-read it again and again and draw something new.