Barber Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Barber

Went to the barbershop!
Deaf?
Maybe!
Blind?
Not!

A girl sat on the chair,
Seeing her was my first,
Beauty? An angel,
Slightly slat eyes,
Bony cheek, quite white.

Well-behaved,
And polite,
Sold honey,
If smiled.

Took broom,
And cleaned,

I thought was a Chinese,
A Korean, Japanese,
A Thai, or Vietnamese.

But was not of any,
Asian countries.

Was very much Native,
Great, with dignity,
And pride,
I could see,
But her land,
Liberty,
In the hands of immigrants,
The recent, and the past,
She gave her resume:
"Sorry Ma'am, no place! "

Said the Iraqi barber,
And I had to tip her:
"You will be greatest."