The burn: PhD Submission

Kia ora KIN blog readers,

I received this piece of prose a little while ago to publish. The author wishes to remain anonymous. After watching a video (link below) on inspiring wahine, something was sparked in this person and the following poem/ prose piece was birthed…

 

The burn: PhD submission

She said “the world is waiting for you to set it on fire, trust in yourself, and burn”. 

 

“Trust in myself”…… huh…. ‘myself’ is a fictional island floating in a galaxy far, far, away that is seen best when you don’t look at it directly. 

 

‘Me’ is knowing never to take a deep breath because they might hear how much you want to speak but when the gaze comes your way you look down. Swallowing words and thoughts that process in your puku, that form as knots, and when holding on, trying to unravel the nylon rope it moves through your hand and burns. 

 

Today, I hold a book of thousands of words, that you will not read, the pages hold tears, doubt, sensitivity beyond the years that it took to create. 

 

They say ‘be grateful’. Must I be thankful for the privilege of confirming to an institution, a regime of power – that I may take the title Dr? Well no not yet…..another hurdle is coming, an oral exam, it’s just a conversation don’t worry. 

But I do.

 

Spending years listening, hearing contradiction after contradiction and expectations that I must take interest. What I hear is not what I see – the mauri of ego growing like a virus, speaking louder and louder in my ear. 

 

Manifestations from my puku to my throat, it’s tight, reminding me that this thesis chokes. Slowly taking away parts of me I cannot remember, will I recover? 

 

I resent the very whānau that supported me. That kept me just down enough to handle me, to consume me, to only get drunk enough to share their feelings. 

 

I am hurt from my lover. So much rawness, so much shame of how we dance. To hear only shallow words and powerful to powerless actions. To keep fear topped up just enough so we can smell the conformity.

 

But let’s celebrate the momentous occasion, let’s take a photo, look at the camera, package this up into a nice smile that reeks of bad breath, of ill health, but let’s not forget the kaupapa it’s about hauora, at the expense of the writer, to which is no reader, only to examine and judge, oh shit if I haven’t had enough of that already… f#^k off! 

 

F#^k sentence structure, f#^k grammar, f#^k spelling this mongrel language, fake rules in a fake world that doesn’t exist. 

 

My indoctrinated mind, remember to consider, be polite, be grateful, remember to fill out that form and pay those extra fees.  

 

“Don’t do it”, I say, with a laugh. I mean it but at the same time I don’t, who am I to advise, what do I know. 

 

I know pain, a friend that greets me with embrace, that grips with passion, when I rip into my skin to find. Not like the pain of childbirth, that pain was grounding. This pain is fictional lucid and irrational.

 

She says “the world is waiting for you to set it on fire, trust in yourself, and burn”. 

 

I say be careful what you ask for. Did this sting a little to the eyes that read, or maybe it did burn, if it did, may the throbbing remain longer than it took to consume my words, may it scar your expectations, your assumptions and ownership of me!

 

Link to the video: https://buttonpoetry.com/clementine-von-radics-teenage-girls-1-million-views/ 

 

Abigail McClutchie

Abigail McClutchie brought up in Manurewa, South Auckland hails from Te Rarawa and Ngāti Porou. Working towards a PhD part time, Abigail studies in the Management and International Business department of the University of Auckland Business School. Currently working full time in the University of Auckland Student Learning Services - Te Fale Pouāwhina teaching and learning team engaging Māori and Pacific students in academic literacy and leadership skills. Research interests are in Indigenous entrepreneurship, rangatiratanga, business education, teaching and learning practices and pedagogy that empower the entrepreneurial spirit. A life-long learner, traveller, lover of te reo Māori me ona tikanga, believer of edu-action and transformative activism to realise tino rangatiratanga, and a trust that indigenous and global leaders can work together to create a world where we enjoy real peace, harmony and happiness.

2 comments

  1. Mihi ana. thanks our or a thought provoking and evocative piece of writing to remind us all of the many ways in and out of the PhD as a chapter in our lives as Indigenous People working for our Indigenous people.

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    • Absolutely agree. The experiences of Indigenous scholars are so extraordinary in their diversity. This colourful piece is one example.

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