Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Philip F. Clark: Learning

Put up your fists,
my father said.
And so I did.
So I have been
ever since;
I’ve won
nothing, gained less.
Blood-weary, well-worn,
I resist what I can.
Father, did you think
I would learn
that the heart,
with an uppercut,
had fists in return?
The swarm cheers
the down-turned thumb.
Be a man, he said.
And so I’ve tried.
Fight like a man, he said
I’ve loved men like a man,
instead.


 

Copyright 2017 Philip F. Clark. From The Carnival of Affection (Sibling Rivalry Press. Included in Vox Populi by permission of the author.

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This entry was posted on August 21, 2018 by in Poetry, Social Justice and tagged , , , , .
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