Whoa Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Whoa



Whoa

For years I kept in mind
Proverb of the knife
Not cutting own handle.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,
It is wrong…

Concerned, I sat to watch
Five top books, Canada's.

Mainly those by Natives
As well as the Metis…

Saw, all lost…

Referees, for first time
Had many of their kind.

They were knives
And saw them
Easily, cut handle.

Saturday, July 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: relationships
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