Note: there is a link to a spoken version of this poem in the description. I recommend listening to it as you read.
They talk about fight, and flight,
and freeze, but what's to be done
when nothing can be done, when the wolf
is there, stronger and faster, and you
firmly in his sights, I'll tell you—
the body shakes and shakes.
You were not a wolf,
I didn't see you and think
animal. You were human,
then later, inhumane.
I never learned your human name,
what others call you
when they believe your skin. The right word
may be alien. After all, I was
They say I should find comfort
where I can. The constancy of ocean.