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.
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