TO THE EXTENT X BODY INCLUDING ITS FISTS CONSTITUTE “WEAPONS”

by DAVE HARRIS

 

The word weapon is

 

vague. All bodies weapon.

 

Some bodies weapon louder

 

than others. Example: to find

 

freedom you cross the street

 

when you see me. Perhaps, then,

 

to find freedom I come after you.

 

The word you is vague. When I say you,

 

I most often mean INSERT X

 

WHITE PERSON HERE. I hate

 

what this country has done

 

to my language. I is always me. I is

 

Black. I is not a weapon though I will

 

become one when the time comes.

 

You is everywhere. You kill first

 

ask questions never. A weapon is

 

just a tool. Your skin is a weapon. My skin

 

is a defense against the sun. What will I

 

do when you come. I imagine I will

 

fight. I imagine I die. Death isn’t vague.

 

Death most always looks like us. I most

 

always smile out of spite. I sometimes stay

 

alive out of spite. I put my body in spaces

 

where I know you kill. I write my name

 

where you don’t expect it just to watch you

 

tremble. I hate my anger. I hate that my anger

 

is my greatest joy. I say my anger is my joy and I

 

become a heaven on fire. Fear is a weapon

 

that kills. Why we all afraid

 

is a useless question. I don’t ask

 

anymore. I hope your fear doesn’t

 

kill me. I hope your fear changes you

 

again. I hope you fear what karma will

 

make of you. I hope you fear what I might do.

 

I hope you fear the death that waits for you

 

in my smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*The title and first line of this poem are taken from a U.S. court document of Officer Darren Wilson’s list of admissions.