(this poet attended my school, and wrote this poem about it)
Colonial Girls School by Olive Senior
Borrowed images
willed our skins pale
muffled our laughter
lowered our voice
let out our hems
dekinked our hair
denied our sex in gym tunics and bloomers
harnessed our voices to madrigals
and genteel airs
yoked our minds to declensions in Latin
and the language of Shakespeare
Told us nothing about ourselves
There was nothing about us at all
How those pale northern eyes and
aristocratic whispers once erased us
how our loudness, our laughter
debased us.
There was nothing left of ourselves
Nothing about us at all.
(Studying: History Ancient and Modern
Kings and Queens of England
Steppes of Russia
Wheatfields of Canada
There was nothing of our landscape there
Nothing about us at all
Marcus Garvey turned twice in his grave.
Thirty-eight was a beacon. A flame.
They were talking of desegregation
In Little Rock, Arkansas, Lumumba
and the Congo. To us mumbo-jumbo.
We had read Vachel Lindsay's
vision of the jungle.
Feeling nothing about ourselves
There was nothing about us at all
Months, years, a childhood memorising
Latin declensions
(For our language
-'bad talking' -
detentions)
Finding nothing about us there
Nothing about us at all
So, friend of my childhood years
One day we'll talk about
How the mirror broke
Who kissed us awake
Who let Anansi from his bag.
For isn't it strange how
northern eyes
in the brighter world before us now Pale?
2 comments:
I really like this poem...it's so true...I didn't attend a "colonial girls school" however I think that the effects of colonial educatio0n still exist in our Caribbean societies! I am just 18 and it is evident that much has not changed....even years after most of the Caribbean became independent nations.
Thanks for posting; it's good to know that people are consciously thinking about this. I think that one of the great things about this poem is that the first step to breaking out of a colonial mentality is to realize it's there. That's even harder when we are educated the way we are. But Olive Senior went through a colonial girl's school and could still write this poem. With her poem, we can start engaging these issues as well.
I know you didn't go to my school, but if you went to school in Jamaica I bet there were some colonial elements to your education... even the fact that the history we learn (CXC, GCE) is so Eurocentric...
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