“Stand” by poet and Emory professor Jericho Brown


“Stand”: Peace on this planet Or guns glowing hot, We lay there as if we were Getting something done. It Felt like planting A garden or planning A meal for a people Who still need feeding, All that touching or Barely touching, not Saying much, not adding Anything. The cushion Of it, the skin and Occasional sigh, all Seemed like work worth Mastering. I’m sure Somebody died while We made love. Some- Body killed somebody Black. I thought then Of holding you As a political act. I May as well have Held myself. We didn’t Stand for one thought, Didn’t do a damn thing, And though you left me, I’m glad we
didn’t.

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