Black Islam Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Black Islam

I was born and was raised a Muslim
Underneath my skin I feel it, no wonder
In Texas, San Anton, I was there
Heard Islam and Muslims
So went there; sat with them, all Blacks
Children of slaves
Born and raised to witness
Injustice by so called Christians.

The Black Africans or Slaves
Sought a way to escape
Easily I heard them
Through him
(Elijah Mohammad)

He spoke and I heard
Deep in me I smiled and recalled
Our Salman, Princes.

They too sought a way out
Of their king and Mubeds.

They too, joined Mohammad
And Islam.

Knowing these I wish I
Could live on wings of wind,

No knowledge on surface,
Talk are fart
And vomit, they just threw up
Some nonsense.

Hey people…Islam came to save them
After years when masters with priests united
Forced slaves undergo injustice and become Christians

Time has come
I must find a corner.

Go Nassy
Go shut up
Let them be ignorant.