FOR YEARS THEY WANTED ME TO RESIST
For years having witnessed revolving violence
for years skin-bricked and sick, for years
the pretty desolation of the morning, its inherent place
for years turning its leaves to stronger light
for years turning toward the modern performance
for years I sipped and fucked and paid no mind to wisdom, for years
I consisted of my spit my wine my unending possession
the same rote realness, for years
when I assumed anger would protect me I walked wholeheartedly into a pole.
Its leaves shattered upon me, fool of the lightest-skinned kind, hissed:
Zoe Imani Sharpe is a poet, editor and critic based in Toronto. Her writing has appeared in Sang Bleu Magazine, Main Street Gallery, The Puritan, and is forthcoming in The Unpublished City – Volume II. Her chapbook, Sullied, was published by Trapshot Archives in 2011.