by
Jason Harris
after Clint Smith
They only see me as animal. forgetting they too
are animal. they only see me as something to fear
instead of love. forgetting too they are feared. black boy
we are in this fight together. we
too are killed black boy
for existing. for treading land unto which we were bred.
blacklisted for striking that which strikes
us. all we want are resources. are to be left
alone
with our own technologies. until we are hunted. left
for game. the world neglects to
ask: how can we help?
what do you need? today are you being loved?
black
boy ask yourself: today am i being loved?
we too are at risk of being shot before being
understood. before they think to ask why our eyes waver
in the moon. why our teeth twitch
firmly in the deep
fat cords of prey. cameras witness our survival. we are seen.
finally.
but only as super predator instead of something trying
to survive in a world that prefers us
dead. that prefers us stuffed
with things that do not belong in us. that prefers us bewildered.
caged. tail thumping. losing blood. stamina. we too are bodies
without reparable breath.
short-winded we take off
at the sound of a branch breaking underneath a paw.
we have allowed
this world to make us afraid of ourselves.
we know black boy how important the night is
so
have as much as you need. we know why you walk the forest
alone. why you avoid anything
resembling human.
we know why you are afraid. we know why you are afraid. why you lie
in
wait to pounce. why you eat 60 lbs. your weight. nothing prolongs life more than leaving so make
yourself scarce black boy. for we both know well
there is no other way to survive when cornered
into a mangrove
Jason Harris is a poet and NEOMFA candidate. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Winter Tangerine, TRACK//FOUR, OCCULUM, Longleaf Review, Wildness Journal, Peach Magazine, Cosmonauts Avenue, The Gordon Square Review, and others. He is the Co-Editor-in-Chief of BARNHOUSE Journal, a contributor for Watermelanin Magazine, and lives in Cleveland, OH. He can be found on social media @j_harriswrites
Adrian Kresnak
Man.
I like this poem a lot. It’s so haunting.