Postcolonial Banter
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Suhaiymah Manzoor-Khan
Suhaiymah Manzoor-Khan is Muslim, an educator, writer and spoken-word poet. She is fast becoming a leading voice interrogating narratives around race/ism, feminism, gender, Islamophobia, state violence and decoloniality in Britain. She is the founder and author of the critical and educative blog, www.thebrownhijabi.com, and co-author of A FLY Girl’s Guide to University: Being a Woman of Colour at Cambridge and Other Institutions of Power and Elitism (Verve, 2019). With a background studying History and Postcolonial Studies, as well as a wider education from her mother and grandmother’s wisdoms, the epistemology of Islam, and work of women of colour and anti-systemic thinkers from across the world, Suhaiymah’s poetry is unapologetically political and deliberately unsettling. She isn't interested in your guesses or analyses. Suhaiymah's poetry has over two million online views and since going viral as runner-up of the 2017 Roundhouse National Slam with her poem, This Is Not a Humanising Poem, she has performed on BBC Radio stations, at music festivals, in the US against Californian slam poets, across British Universities, on Sky TV, ITV, the Islam channel, Las Vegas, TEDxes, London poetry nights, mosques, protests outside the Home Office, in New York, Berlin, at Da Poetry Lounge in Los Angeles.
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Postcolonial Banter - Suhaiymah Manzoor-Khan
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Suhaiymah Manzoor-Khan is Muslim (someone who surrenders to the will of Allah), an educator, writer and spoken-word poet. She interrogates narratives around race/ism, Islamophobia, gender, feminism, state violence and decoloniality in Britain. She is the founder and author of the critical and educative blog, www.thebrownhijabi.com, and co-author of A FLY Girl’s Guide to University: Being a Woman of Colour at Cambridge and Other Institutions of Power and Elitism (Verve, 2019). With a background studying History at Cambridge and Postcolonial Studies at SOAS, as well as a wider education from her mother and grandmother’s wisdoms, the epistemology of Islam, and work of women of colour and anti-systemic thinkers from across the world, Suhaiymah’s poetry is unapologetically political and deliberately unsettling. She isn’t interested in your guesses or analyses.
Suhaiymah’s poetry has over two million online views and since going viral as runner-up of the 2017 Roundhouse National Slam with her poem, This Is Not a Humanising Poem, she has performed on BBC Radio stations, at music festivals, in the US against Californian slam poets, across British Universities, on Sky TV, ITV, the Islam channel, Las Vegas, TEDxes, London poetry nights, mosques, protests outside the Home Office and in New York, Berlin, and Da Poetry Lounge in Los Angeles.
Postcolonial Banter is Suhaiymah’s debut collection. It features some of her most well-known and widely performed poems as well as some never-seen-before material. Her words are a disruption of comfort, a call to action, a redistribution of knowledge and an outpouring of dissent. Whilst enraged and devastated by the world she finds herself in, in many ways it is also the mundane; hence, whilst political and complex in nature, her poetry is just the ‘banter’ of everyday life for her and others like her. Ranging from critiquing the function of the nation-state and rejecting secularist visions of identity, to refecting on the difficulty of writing and penning responses to conversations she wishes she’d had; Suhaiymah’s debut collection is ready and raring to enter the world.
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FIRST PUBLISHED SEP 2019
Printed and bound in the UK
by TJInternational, Padstow
ISBN: 978-1-912565-24-5
ePub ISBN: 978-1-912565-78-8
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
img3.pngHaving spent the last eight years writing poems that were only ever read and spoken aloud by me, writing a collection that anybody can read as and where they want has been daunting. With spoken-word poetry there is always the chance to explain yourself, to clarify, to extend and contextualise to the audience – with page poetry that feels less true and therefore, scarier. However, to bridge the gap for myself I have included what I am calling ‘context boxes’ throughout this collection. These are boxes of information that explain some context about the poem or background information I think is important. I want the people I love and the people who these poems are for to enjoy these poems, they’re not just for self-proclaimed readers, poets and artists, so I hope the boxes make this collection more accessible; I’m not interested in writing poetry for people to puzzle over or feel intimidated by – I’d rather you puzzle over your reactions and responses. The boxes also sometimes include recommended readings, or places to find further information – please do use them as I’d like to think of this collection as an educative toolkit of sorts.
Thank you.
CONTENTS
1
This poem is not for you
Where is my history?
Paki
Nana
Nani
British-born
A prayer for you who jeer at the death of a baby whose teenage mother you feel did not show enough remorse
2
A story for ourselves this time
Voices roll over the charpai
img4.pngThe breaking branch
Death was smaller than I anticipated
3
Islamophobia 101
We did not bring this darkness upon ourselves
Recipe for a War on Terror
The best of the Muslims
4
Existing in big ways
Just a July
A poem that winds through Lewisham streets
For 2006
Theatres
Decentring diversity
5
Q: ‘What does it mean to be a Muslim woman?’
‘School inspectors in England have been told to start asking young girls in primary school why they are wearing a hijab in order to ascertain if they are being sexualised’
Pick One
If a girl cries in a corridor and no one is there to see it was she even in pain?
Funeral of the authentic Muslim woman
Reclaim the night
Didn’t you know?
20 point manifesto for women living in genocidal times
Maybe I don’t
6
Straddling the / line
A virtue of disobedience
Bacon Banknotes Benjamins
P P P Prevent
British Values
This is not a humanising poem
Acknowledgements
Postcolonial Banter
1
THIS POEM IS NOT FOR YOU
this poem is not for you
you can’t wear it on your forehead
it won’t look good in your profile picture
and I know you wish it was more colourful already
but I’m sorry
this poem is not for you
not like the last one
which wasn’t for you either
but you told me was no good
told me to stop speaking it
told me you’d hurt me if I didn’t
then took it behind my back, didn’t you?
told your friends how you wrote it
well this poem is not for you,
I remembered not to write it down this time
though you’re no novice to stealing thoughts themselves, remember?
that time you flashing-light siren whip-downed my door
cut out my tongue
and told me yours was better?
yeah
I never found where the old one went
so now my grandma can’t always understand
and my God I wish I could write poems for her instead of you
my God
in a different language
mere Allah
do you remember the boys from school?
how you’d tell me their art was mud dark pretension way
below a C?
and the girls in the changing rooms?
you’d say poems are for the empty legs and tanned-not-brown
shoulder blades
well, this poem is not for you
and it isn’t for your sister either actually
cos we’re not
despite you telling me how similar we are
every time I see her
she looks straight through me
and my grandmother told me as well you know
how they used to laugh
your sisters with the now pierced noses
told her only animals do that
and she’ll never forget that time you left us by the water’s edge
her hands were full of it
and you said drink
work hard
goodbye
so we tried to
but my God the salt
and we only had our hands didn’t we?
only had our hands
tell me, could you hear our shouts by then?
my mother was screaming go back where you came from!
but there was no re-wombing of the sea
so we’re here now
where I’m telling you
this poem is not for you
but the number of times I’ve said it
makes me doubt it
and if it is for you
then at least let me tell you