I move through the crowd with my shiny red wheels
I bring with me large animals and flaming spikes in cages
I am the last born and I know who I want to vote for
I know the identity of the figure in black
Low prices are written all over my face
I am the last born and I have a long following
Everything and everyone is my elder
I move through the relatives in my green leaves
I eat canoes and drink inlets
I have a beard and a small fat crab inside my shell
I am the last born the pōtiki the teina
Everything breaks its back over me but there are
Many ways to build from scratch and in spite of the fact
That every fourth corner of the land has been walked
Over I make everything ready, being the last born
I am desired at each event, to lay down the
Cow leather, to direct people to the location of
The demons, the devils in the tarmac
We all bite something for a living
I know not to rave and shout when I reach these places
I bring children with me, just the right number
Of pumpkins and I sing completely out of tune
Buying up all the land around with my lucky sand dollars
Feminist: A Found Poem
I was disappointed by the Flair guy.
Isn’t the whole point of his act
How can that happen when you set everything on fire?
with the hula hoops – what are you gonna buy
because her name is Americus and I think that’s the worst name
you could give a child after Shitface.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hinemoana Baker is a writer, musician, producer and teacher of creative writing. Her Māori whakapapa ranges from Taranaki through the Horowhenua down to the Ōtākou peninsula near Dunedin. Her Pākehā ancestors were from England and Bavaria. Hinemoana’s first poetry collection, mātuhi | needle (2004), was co-published in New Zealand by Victoria University Press and in the US by Perceval Press. In 2007 she co-edited the anthology Kaupapa: New Zealand Poets, World Issues and created the sound design for I Can See Fiji: Poetry and Sound by Teresia Teaiwa. This year she edited 4th Floor 2008, the online literary journal of Whitireia Polytechnic. She is about to publish a new collection of poetry, I’m sick of this place, let’s get back on the canoe. For more information, see her website.
‘Feminist: A Found Poem’ is composed from internet comments about the TV show New Zealand’s Got Talent. The comments were from a member of the website ‘uthink’. The text, with minor adaptations, is reproduced here with permission.