Her Day Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Her Day
Her day
She too, is a mother
-lost among flowers.
Stands she, at sidewalk
-with bouquets and bundles
-everyone wears a tag…
She sells them to others;
-owner is another.
Her skin far darker;
-using oil her custom,
-greasy is her hair.
Neither she, nor her kind,
-can hardly, be owners…
Her kids need bread, home
-days and nights, must go work.
Is joyful, only when
-returns and can purchase.
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