by Tegan Smyth, winner of the Peel Street Poetry Slam Contest 2016
My mother always told me that the only thing in life That can never be taken away from me is education. She scaled a bamboo ladder to a glass ceiling. When I was younger, it seemed she stood like a paragon of virtue, Like she alone Could hold up half the sky. She, the first in her family to get a tertiary education, Her parents were Simple village folk From Hakka villages and Unbound large feet.
Always seeming natural In a world dominated by power suits and whiskey rooms, Express business lunches and late night mistresses. She told me Be an educated woman. If your husband ever leaves you, Never be the one To seek dominion at his feet. Be able to close the door on your relationships, Reach your hands up, Grasp infinity.
Now there is winter in her hair, Peppered in a way she would call distinguished. Some days I see her eyes bloodshot. There is nothing more terrifying than When you no longer see your parents as personal gods. I see the glances: Curt words and snarling tongues Asking her whether she is minding the master's children. People see the melanin in her skin, Not her masters degree. Asking if today is her day off And how magnanimous her employer is And not How formidable she is.
I sometimes recall her words. "Reach beyond your grasp, Aim high, Be independent". I realise inhabiting this world In a city where a million lights blaze But somehow it still feels cold Is not attaining everything within your reach.
There is a reason bamboo is scaffolding, It is hard to break a paradigm. Tegan Smyth has spent equal parts of her life in Hong Kong and Australia, where she was born. She is an aspiring writer and regular at Peel Street Poetry, writing about language, culture and identity politics, drawing from her experiences as a mixed-race woman. When not writing, she goes to her day job, organises community events (HK Community Connect) and watches way too much YouTube. |