AoMO 2016 Poem – by Tannur ‘SheWrightz’ Ali

Poem by Tannur “SheWrightz” Ali

For IEDC Art of Management and Organization Conference 2016

Bled, Slovenia



This poem is a living document.  I hope to find that over time, the group that attended this conference will add to it according to their inspiration from our time together.  We have much work to do as we move forward.  My hope is that collectively creating art will be one way to process the enormity of the impact that we have felt from the 8th annual Art of Management and Organization Conference.


How Do We Manage

How do we manage?

Make space for the Civil and the Savage

In ways that take the fear away

In ways that inform our

Torn minds

Left brain, maintain sequential states of stasis

The basis for our hopes to cope

Right brains tuned

Wax divine

None of us inclined

To bring the fight



So we look out

On chaos and determine

Self to be solution

Despite our collusion

Knowing the truth is


The question:

What are we seeing?

Who are we being?


Characters in the tragedy of human existence

The comedy of consciousness

Our implicit reactions

To dissatisfaction

With being

Us to them

Or Them to us

Smashing each other like mirrors

In disgust


And what luck

Each one gathered here

To not be who I speak of


More-so solutions as we seep up and out

Of our stations

To take our places

In organizations

Not so wise as to mimic biology


So we try to rearrange

Our state of being

Our States of being

Our status being



I suppose I hope for seeing


How do we manage?


What if we studied our daughters?

Our borders?

The ends to which we’ll go to see safety

From our egos

Beneath the capes of our heroes

From the hoarders of Spirit

Wardens of the hidden hearts

That mean to bring our sleeping minds

To bear against the tyranny

Of blaring horns

Or strumming harps

Adorned in pretense

With immense contest and sequence

It seems we wrestle

With beginnings



Like sunrise and tides


And times we know we can’t stand by

And listen to the lies

That we devise

That say we must be inclined toward silence


Because what is war

But silence?

The muffled voices of the


Searching for salvation

In the downbeat

The beat-down

The hairs that shift and twist beneath

The Crown

Of ignorance


How do we manage all this?

Knowing we are drawn to implement order

Knowing this isn’t it


It’s more like water

Shifting sands of memory

Tempered, we be chaos and emergence

Quality and Conscience

Inside twisted by outer sight

Despite the truth

We can hear no critics

Don’t even teach civics in our schools

For the oppressed may come to know

That they too could rule

So we rape our muse

To keep up the rouse

That all that we manage

May just remain damaged


While we lack the courage

To attend our own shit


So here it is:

We manage by honoring the shift

From outward to inward seeing

Our privilege for what it is

Micro-aggressions that rule out the question

What are we fighting

If not our own fears

Of lives without office chairs

Or file drawers

Slammed on the fingers of…


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