My People
by Charif Shanahan
I have longed to say聽My people
Not because I was born
Of two peoples, of blue
Tiled walls and strip malls.
Not because I don鈥檛 know
Where I belong, or
With whom, or worse
鈥淲ho I am鈥�
As onlookers have
In their pity proclaimed,
The lovers, too,
After they鈥檝e exited
My body which they felt
Emboldened to name. I
Have wanted to say聽My people
And to be clear
To all people, to any聽you
Imagined by the mind
Of an embodied聽you
That was also first imagined.
I am interested in repair
Without shame. I am
Interested in restitution
With anger. I am
Interested in anger
As love, in having
Anyone who hears the phrase
See it vanish into the edge
Of what they know, to know
How far I mean it to reach鈥�
My people
As redundancy, as symbol
Of the first truth,
Immutable, almost
Banal in its assertion:
If you are on this earth,
You are of this earth.
聽is a poet, essayist, and translator. His first collection,聽Into Each Room We Enter without Knowing, was the recipient of the Crab Orchard Series in Poetry First Book Award and a finalist for the Lambda Literary Award for Gay Poetry and the Publishing Triangle's Thom Gunn Award. Shanahan鈥檚 poems appear in聽American Poetry Review, The Nation, The New Republic, The New York Times Magazine,聽笔叠厂听NewsHour, POETRY, and聽The Yale Review, among other journals.聽His second collection,聽Trace Evidence, is forthcoming from Tin House in 2023.