a dark face
never leaves a trace
empty and
displaced
within a neglected space
so it exists in search
of a hospitable place
one at ease with race
where it finally finds an embrace.



if art reflects culture
then must be the other
when the whites of these walls
highlights nothing of me at all

my brown canvas
soils the surface
of your white institution
while the blackness of my words
offer a critique as my
contribution.

white hands
have made their demands
there’s a request to use
and it is my body that they choose!

on loan
but i am the property
in which they
aspire to
one day
own
their library of culture
their token of colour
their only Other.

a call to diversify
is a harmful lie
as it promises acceptance
without any useful evidence
equating
to
a lack of
relevance.
a call to diversify
is a harmful lie
is a harmful lie
a harmful lie
that we glorify.
and that we sing to,
but do not
apply.

how does it feel?
to be the only black person in a room?
when the white gaze
is a tool that can’t help but consume?
how
many
times
a
week
do
you feel
objectified?
it depends.
I replied,
uncomfortableness
presents itself
within the form of a lie.


diversity and inclusion
often feels like racism and exclusion
a repetitive disillusion
that leads to no meaningful
conclusion.

an experiment in clay
that can be moulded and then thrown away
or perhaps presented
upon a pretty display

or recycled for reuse
they will find any excuse
to
distort
and
misuse
a body that can seduce.

when hurston said
‘i feel most coloured when i am thrown against a sharp white background’
she put it best.
these bodies are
put to the test
bodies of unrest.


diversity calls
she withdrawals
so their quota falls.
and then what’s left?
more empty
white walls .
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