Claire Died Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Claire died

I read of Claire;
Read of her death.

How I wished it was different;
I wished he had died instead.

He, who drives the world to a mess;
He, the rich and filthy pimp,
He, who gathered wealth by cheat!

Took my pain killer pills;
In bottle of poems, poetry.

Read "Bitch Instinct"
-by "Analicia Sotelo"

Soared on her words:
- "I wanted to be caught.
-let me walk beside you,
-wearing my favorite leash, "

Swam in the pool of her mind:
- "let my hair grow long and wild
-so, you can comb it in the off-hours, "

I crossed the oceans;
-went over the mountains, in deserts
-till ended the canals into reservoirs
-of Iran and Afghanistan…

Read a poem from Sales:
- "The Dogs and the Wolves."

Was invited for dinner by Doctor;
- (one of my female students!)

She made the food
-set the table
-for me and her brother;
-then disappeared…

"This is our culture,
-men eat first, then women! "

I see her in today's poem
- "be tender to me. Also let me eat
-the meals you do not finish,
-so, I can acclimate, climb into
the way you claim this world."

Oh, words, thoughts, serenity;
-my wings magnify flying.
-Worn I, solo; no humanity.

I read of Claire;
Read of her death.

How I wish it had been different;
How I wish he had died instead.

Mourn for Claire
-those who she inspired.

She, an activist raising awareness
-for cystic fibrosis
-became inspirational celebrity;
-a flower vase filled with honey, honesty.
-She talked of living with the disease.

Even the lung transplant could not
-save her, she died at twenty-one!

But the pimp is alive;
-shameless, and jumps.
-Hops branch to branch
-spreads lies, smears bluffs,
-with gossips and insults.
-He runs wild and hides
-to finish his devil act, finalise!

Will I be alive to see him die?
-But I prefer hearing him from
-a full security prison, jail and cell!