Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 72,796 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Alyssa - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


She came in
Some bones in pale skin

“I’m sorry; I am sick.”

She handed scripts and took leave.
That was it.

Seeing her made me think:
“We’re slaves.
With knowledge we sharpen our muscles.
Then we serve the masters much better.
Alyssa’s example, ”

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014

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