Detroit Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Detroit

I open the computer
It smiles at me with
Photos, news and more
I wait, patiently, stare
Faces, cheekbones and
The forms of eyes, noses
They talk to me, openly:
“I am black, mixed with
Caucasian with Indigenous
I am from Detroit…”

Detroit was built on blood
Genocide, ego, capitalism
And industry; busted now.

Silent looks are exchanged
I listen through my gaze…

Flood takes the streets
Absent from the picture
Cars roll internationally
In one Marilyn Monroe
In another J.F., Kennedy
His head splashed and…

I practice my history…