Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Black Islam

I was born and was raised a Muslim
Underneath my skin I feel it, no wonder
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Why did I?

We had shah
Shah means great
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In Eden

Still I feel drunk of her eyes
Unconscious is brain
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Masking

Once in show
"City of stories"
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Seeds of the dates

Once again I am child
In bath-tub of old days, Khazineh
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Off the hook

"Hook, Hook, Hook"
Said a fish to other
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Numbered

In his hand; hers also
Life is key, card, remote…
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Under my skin

I allow you; write and sign
I swear in front of justice, fine…
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You the fool

I have been to school
Not one but a few
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While waiting

In my car and waiting
I use books, what I see.
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