Not Plath Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Not Plath
Not Plath
I am not Plath and
-my "Daddy" is not hers.
To Dad I, was as if
-next to me was a chick.
I stopped, pointed
-at some farms and gardens.
"Are they ours? "
-I questioned.
Calm, patient and gentle
-as "Daddy" was always
-took his time to answer:
- "Is our turn."
Years came, went
-Dad did same.
Daddy's kids migrated
-but not Land; it stands.
Wish knew whose turn is.
Wish knew if they too…
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