What Am I? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

What am I?

I wish I, were blind, not alive,
Never born; not at all.

With tears in my eyes
Cannot talk; I cry and cry
What are we; what am I?

My food is like the seed in man’s hand,
It’s for bird in the cage.
“I’ll give you;
Condition:
Pull a card.”

I want death; want to die.
I am not animal.
I am not.
I am not.

What am I?
What are we?
Human?

What is that?
On two feet?
So are birds.
So are bears.
And others…

Read comments,
I’m ashamed.
What are these?
Who are we?
What am I?

I live in Canada…
Reading Bill-51
Then comments
(Mostly shame)
What are we?
What am I?