Embolden Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Embolden

I, the child of mountains
Have been, most of the days,
Resistant to outside pressures
And fought the oppressors…

Always?
I suspect!

But day with Ali Vien
In the yard of high school
Is pierced in me as a lesson…

"Take these books to class, "
He looked me as slave; demanded!

I let the books go and fly in the air…

He, embarrassed…
His ego, selfishness
Burst badly and shattered…

Our fight was inevitable!

Like Trump and Venezuela
Duplicates for Cuba and Iran!

Met outside
For the fought
Separated, we left,
Started once again
Nearer to my house
In front of the fire trucks
His worthless cheap friends,
Hooligans and nothing but useless.

They stood and hoorayed
Pouring fuel on the fire
That made him emboldened.

Now, today, after years
See same in USA; in Senate!