When We Met Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

When we met

I went to Chicago
Arrived in main airport,
O'Hare, the international.

Was there to meet my wife...

Got in lift, elevator
Faced the king eye to eye.

Kelly, king of the ring
Was older, fat, shaking.

We met and I felt like
Out of breath and dying.

And tonight, watching the
Little Richard while singing.

Memories come to mind
And stand there in line
Silently, very calm.

But kettle boils inside
When the past comes alive
With me on the Sunset Boulevard.

"Hair" was a musical
And kind of political!

With that come Temptations
Black Band with members
Having been invited
To our base to play,
I told them I love them…

In one face felt murmur:
"You, too, are another
Racist in USA…"
Hope it was never said
Cause, sparks some fire
That burns me all over!