In response to your requests, here are the words of
Joshua Iosefo’s poetic speech from the previous post:
I
am
brown.
Brown like the bark
of the palm tree
which supports my heritage.
Brown like the table
at which my family
sits and eats upon.
Brown like the paper bag
containing burgers and fries
by which my people consume.
Brown like the mud
on a rugby field
by which my people play.
Brown like the coat
of the guitar
by which my people strum.
Brown like the sugar or the crust,
the grain or the nut,
whatever ingredient you want
to use to mix up
and around.
You see, my brother,
I
am
brown.
My demographic is
high school cleaning ladies,
fast food burger-making,
factory box-packing,
rubbish truck drivers,
bus drivers, taxi drivers, sober drivers
and living-off-the-pension joy riders.
I am a dropout.
I hate science, maths, English,
love PE, music, dance and drama.
I play rugby. No –
I’m pretty good at rugby.
And if I am lucky
my future in rugby
might be sealed,
not to reveal
my flaws in education
which are faulty
because hey,
who needs to be able
to quote Shakespeare
if you can play rugby?
I will probably never graduate,
and if I do I will be the first —
either by myself or with a baby
in, or beside, me –
victim of teen pregnancy
with a guy in high school
I thought was skux.
(Which really sucks.)
You see, when push came to shove
he just couldn’t pay the bucks.
While I was focusing
on this relationship
I was trying to get my
NCEA 1, 2 and 3
purely on luck.
Now I am stuck
in the muck
trying to scrub
my skin with Lux
soap, trying to scrub
away the fat
that I have added
to the brown statistic.
While my mother
is a gambler
and my father
is an alcoholic
I will always blame
the government
and everybody else around
me, but never myself.
Because
I
am
brown.
And whenever someone tries
to breach my comfort zone
or whenever I don’t
have anything else to say
in defence in an argument
I’m just gonna say
that “you’re a racist”;
that your words are a mockery
to my skin tone and my colour.
Oh, but brown brother
you were doing that
the day you performed Cinderella,
or Bro Town, Sione’s Wedding,
and do I have to mention… the GC?
Now I don’t mean to condescend –
I mean, these shows are great, don’t get me wrong –
but can anyone explain:
Will there ever be a time
when our representation goes deeper
than putting our own people to shame?
Will the stereotype
of an illiterate, misbehaved,
unintelligent Polynesian
still be the same?
Will it ever change?
Or are we still going to sell ourselves short
for a few seconds of fame?
Are we not capable
of an art form
that is thought-provoking
or seen as a form
of intelligence?
Or are we going to keep
to our low standards
of what we feel
is “culturally relevant”?
Instead of mocking our foreign traditions
we need to start being real
about the world that we live in,
like our fight against drugs,
or our fight against violence,
or our fight against what reasonable force is
with our kids,
or how statistically
Maori and Pacific Islanders
are low academic achievers,
brown brother.
Now I’m not saying
that we need to forget
our culture in order to gain,
for we are all the same.
I’m just saying
that I’m sick and tired
of my people feeling
that they belong
at the bottom of the food chain,
brown brother.
Are we not more
than an F.O.B. —
immigrants from the islands
in search of a J-O-B?
Are we not more
than the eye can see?
Can we not move
mountains from point A to point B?
Are we not more
than assets to the 1st XV?
Are we not more
than gamblers at a pokie machine?
Are we not more
than [jandals and golden teeth?]?
Are we not more
than our gamblers at the T.A.B.?
Are we not capable
of attaining a bachelor’s,
a master’s, or a PhD?
Brown brother – look at me!
You can do all things through Christ —
Philippians 4:13 —
you are more than capable.
And I don’t say that
just to make you feel better,
I say that
because I know,
because your creator told
me to tell you so.
You will go places,
you will tell stories,
so do not feel alone –
for your God,
your family and your home
will forever be inside
the marrow of your bones.
So do not fret,
do not regret,
because wherever you go
you take us with you,
brown brother.
Do not be afraid to be the first —
the first to graduate,
the first to climb,
the first prime minister or
the first good [wife?],
brown brother.
Do not be afraid
to be the change —
not a change in skin tone
or colour,
but a change in mindset.
From one brown brother
to another.
Thanks to Michael for transcribing.
I’ve been chatting to Josh Iosefo on Facebook and
hope he’ll come here and fill in the gaps in my (ie his) script.
I love that John. Thanks for posting the words. That boy is going places.
Hear hear to that Heyjude!
Brilliant, John, and thanks. That guy is an inspiration and his video clip should be viewed in all the schools. Actually I’m wondering if you should also post a link to his video so people can see him in action because he really reinforces his words.
Such an amazing word, relate able and encouraging. I am interested in using this poetry speech for a uni assesment? Hope its ok ?