Two Fires Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Two fires

No,
Had not set alarm
Came to me a vision
Smooth, soft, and said:
"It is time to wake up…"
And I did
Opened eyes,
And freed my ears.

Guess I heard:
"…is your kind…
Must listen, will like it."

Radio, Ideas,
Is among favourites.

Journalist interviewed
Roxane Gay.

They spoke of her life
And trace of blood,
Haiti and their fights,
I listened with delight.

Hunger was a topic,
In deep, asks to resist
Bitterness that happened
In childhood, memories.

Felt being fertile land
Still, laid on my back,
Knotted eyes to skies
Saw stalks
Of my kids, grow, run
To catch beams of sun light
Saw them race for unknown…

In my mind walked friend,
Haitian, the writer,
The man who accepted:
"Blacks are inferior…! "