Close your fist and punch, He’d tell us
I did, but I also closed my eyes.
It was easier to take a blow
When I didn’t see it coming.
As redness mottled my boyish face,
The strike was made reluctantly by another
Whose genetic chord played the same tune.
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.