But Was Late Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

But was late.

Windows up and doors locked
I entered the Harlem and crossed
Dreaded, was afraid and scared.

"Why did so? " I questioned
But was late.

I who had visited Alijah Mohammad
I had a good friend, my black classmate
I who talked with the bands, all Black…

"Why did so? " I questioned
But was late.

In Texas was settled, felt at home
I knew the corners but Harlem was fear
Fear's core and the base was of heard!

"Why did so? " I questioned
But was late.

I noticed
Many had dressed well
Credit, had bought them New Cars,
Many were well-dressed.

Black was divided
Slogans were shouted:
"Equals…brothers"
Ali fought: "I am best"
Risked his life, rejected
The war in Vietnam

Walked Luther and spoke
The same with Malcolm X.

I joined them if I could
Attended, enjoyed them.

"Why did so? " I questioned
But was late.