Fairness Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fairness



Fairness

In silence of the kitchen
Soft, weak, unique
Was a sound
“Unfair”

Then complaint; voice rose
“We are six, equal, a set”
And went on and on and on
“We are the same, same”

It could
Sounded like
Get out of hand
“I’m over used it’s not fair”
It was the plate sitting high
Number one on
Top of a set
Of plates

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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