Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Child labor

Like many in those days
Bare-footed, I was five
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So who cares?

One by one
The hair fail
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Champion

Like those days
(High school)
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What’s it called?
Top of head shows baldness
He’s shaved head and beard
Now all grown; a five o’clock
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Little bird can you talk?

Can you say what happened?
What went on? At what time?
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In Oscar and Sundance
Megan’s queen; she can dance
But she is simple dumb
To wide world she is blind
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They’ve attacked
Once again as always
Like Mongols and Tatars
Like Barbers, Britain
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“What is next? ”
You question
When you see there’s a wall
And you are
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For the eyes

I forgot what to call
The cloth round the butt
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With each bite I smile
Or, maybe I cry:

“Blackberry”
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