Iep Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

IEP

Heard women’s soft voices.
Most of them were mothers
Each of them talked of child:
“I sent him to school; a crime.”
“Was laughed at; a long time.”

They talked of children
Their sickness in brain:
“Could not read, eighth grade”
“My poor child was the same.”

They asked the government:
“For such kids, add teachers.”

Individual
Educational
Program

I smiled; almost laughed.
I recalled; then, Dashtak.
Children, wounded hands
Rocks-stones were gathered
Stone-bench they had made
School was in open
All tables made of air

In my car I shouted:
“Where’s justice? ”