To mark 80 years since the fifth meeting of the Pan-African Congress – which was held in Manchester in 1945 - IWM have commissioned Young Identity, Manchester’s acclaimed spoken word poetry collective, to respond to the legacy and significance of the Congress. Through a series of creative writing workshops, the young poets explored the Congress’s themes, voices and impact, crafting original pieces that speak to both history and the present moment. Their words form the script of a new Big Picture Show, a 360-degree immersive cinematic experience at IWM North, produced by Soup Collective, and are collected here in this zine.
What My Hands Hold by Kyia Kulczycki Binnall
I hold my hands out for you to take The wind is gentle, peaceful still
You tighten the shackles I wish you'd break
I hold my hands out and gesture bread You says my hands are dirty
Appalled by the idea, it wasn't you that lead
I hold my hands out in mercy You deceive me with compassion, you the same one, you cursed me.
I hold my hands out in understanding my brothers stand beside me.
Your fear our power is expanding
You hold your hands out.
Eyes are strong, but full of doubt because how can you go forward or undo when you already across the line.