Bun Saigon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bun Saigon



Bun Saigon

I went to Bun Saigon
It is a restaurant
We shook hands
And she was strong.

Then we joked; she told me:
"No washroom, go outside, "
And we laughed.

I recalled the old man in the jail
He too sought permit to "Go outside"
We knew what he meant.

Deep in me I laughed loud
At cultures: "All are same."

My mind searched in between
Thinking of Vietnam
And the war, USA, Vietcong.

Some women sold flesh
To soldiers, some were raped.

Fell tears off my eyes
Came Jennie and took me
Round the world, to war zones
Shanty towns, poverty and hardship…

And women did the same
Not like the German girls in windows
Or cowboy of midnight
And few of escorts for its fun.

My blood glacier, heart iced lake
Inside me a kettle; eyes steamed…

Thursday, June 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: social injustice
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