Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Garlic in vinegar

Tables, cups, Coffee-shop
And genders, old and young
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Homelessness

Homeless, to me
Is not a strange word
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Yukon

I will be
(If succeed)
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Indigenous

I am a, as you’ve named:
“The child of Indian”, Indigenous
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Deeply sad

Murderer
That is what, I feel like.
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Silent

Take my word
Oh I will
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Conquistadores

Knowing you, I doubt but
Let’s sit talk
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Silver light

The morning’s silver light shines and eyes
In action, re-action are china.
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Not afraid?
It is lie.

In dream read my mind,
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Last night of university

It is night and stars in sky
Are hidden and disguised
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