Image credit: Yewande Okuleye 2021. Do not reproduce without permission

Dr Yewande Okuleye, a member of the Black health and the humanities network and recently appointed fellow of the Royal Historical Society, has written a poem which responds to the themes we explored during workshop one.

Yewande’s poem speaks to the experience associated with researching race as a racialised academic. It is a reflection which highlights the difficulty of conducting research about race and reflects on the need for racialised researchers to find ways to practice self-care and to manage stress and trauma. Breathing is offered as an empowering first aid technique to self soothe, before turning to informal or formal networks.

 

radical

self-care

manifesto

racialised as black

while

researching

race

the past

is always

present

stamped

in black

always

redacted

 

as each text

leaps off the page

assaults our senses

because of our heritage

nervous systems

snarl

immune systems

groan

jagged

what a burden

what a joy

 

from the margins

to the front line

holding the line

we go round

and round

in circles

missing the centre

like a

tipsy spirograph

trying to

walk a straight line

yet we carry the load

till we become

the load

hypnotised

I dream of doing my best

 

as I collect my thoughts

in cupped hands

  • bullet point

everything is the same

while nothing is the same

they say something is always missing

they make us seem hollow

they make us seem flat

although we are black as black

selective sight

makes them blind as bats

as they weave spells of

beautiful white spots

attempted erasure

can never bring closure

  • Indefinitely

 

 

weight we matter

because we are moved to

<>in tern<>

<>in ter po late<>

<>in ter ca la tion<>

<>in ter ca la tor<>

<>in ter lo cu tor<>

 

pause

 

after the storm

I taste sweet san. CT. U. ary

 

pause

 

earth rests

scan

time re sets

scan

time to sit

ischial tuberosity has such a lovely ring doesn’t it

sit bones

find there

fingerprints

in the snow

erect

serene

senile

still life dead

 

 

we breath in:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

– six—-five-four———–three-two–one

…………………………………and hold

observe molecules of self-love

shimmer and sway through your lungs

we breath out::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

– six-five-four————–three-two-one

 

behold

be bold

feel

the

rhythmic

joy

as

nano

mists

of

epigenetic racial trauma

and pain

uncoils

through

time

 

today

Enter the Center of Afrocentric Wellness

Iwaju

 

 

here we are revitalised *             I am still

here we are refreshed *               I am so grateful

here we breathe with ease*       I am not hateful

here we are (re)humanised

 

we seal radical

we ooze self-care

we manifest manifesto

Ase

 

©Yewande Okuleye 2021