Colony Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Colony

Crazy as many poets may-be
And proud as some can-be
And curious as all are
-in my case all of the above…
We are all in need
Unless…
Unless sold
Physically
Politically
And…
Or…
Somehow
Mentally
Socially…

I have tried
I try
To keep me to myself
I gather me in a shell
Proud. Proud, Proud
Free, Free, Free
Leave the two wild;
And they are rebellious
And fiery and too expensive.

My skin
This bag
Not only covers
My ugly veins
And flesh
And bones
And nerves
That also
With a manufactured smile
Jails my devotions to defend
My liberty, dignity and pride…
-I told this to the rushing ants
-at the time that I removed a slab
-while working as a labourer for mason
-and turned colonies of them to homeless
-with no way out, displaced-refugees; sinless.