Blended Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Blended

The roads are like jungle
The cars kiss at bumpers

She is best in her size
We are fooled “standard”
Is coloured, down the road
Scarlet her clothes, a rainbow
She is a great portrait and walking.

Rooted in Africa
That great continent
Is not an Egyptian
Is not of Libya
Can’t be of Djibouti or Sudan
And of course is not of Somalia
Her black cannot be of Kenya
Can she be Congolese?
Or maybe a Hutu, or Tutsi?
Can her root be of the Zanzibar?
Tanzania, Nigeria or even Lesotho?
Swati or Zulu?

Whatever she may be
She is well-blended
As if a Caucasian
Some western.