How Dare? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

How you dare?

Gringo, fair skin, blue eye of Europe
Dare you ask for my love while still in my house?
You came in with your gun
You killed first and looted; kicked me out
Then peeking, called me back:
"Come slave"

I am Red Indian, well aware of my rights
I will fight; my force is my blood, my children, theirs' also
All the way to the end, till we must
We resist, pretend; redden face, pain we hide
To elbow of your hands my blood, my father's, his father's
Look well and see stain
And your feet to your knees

Why should I go begging in my land?
To buy drink and forget whom I am?
See my oath, hear me, my command.
Be aware, you must go, don't plan further more
It's not yours, not even if you plea and swear
With words lie, smiling pretend

You write books and tell my history
You make laws
You suggest:
"Past is gone; must forget."
You're funny
Did you say the same thing when you raped?
Would you use the same path if able, not afraid?
You know well
You're lying; dishonest.
Not at all
You're hoping to convince
Why your law goes against my people, Africans turned slaves?
Remember ‘you looter have murdered my father.'
I am taught by widow; my mother.
My father, thanks to you, already in grave.