Nassy Fesharaki

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Improper - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


Once on way out and in
Iran and Pakistan
I had to; and stopped
In Shir Gauz.

Among us was a man…
he led us with his car
and acted civilized
Indian, his style…

Took a sip of milk-tea
rinsed, spit far across
food; still on the ground
his mess passed a mass.

That, to him civilized
to me was total wrong

News talks of Cornwall
“Racial slurs reported, ”
Improper Racial slurs?
who defines proper?

Topic(s) of this poem: proclamation

Comments about Improper by Nassy Fesharaki

  • Rahman Henry (12/8/2015 10:20:00 PM)

    Excellently inked poem.... (Report) Reply

    Nassy Fesharaki (12/13/2015 8:03:00 AM)

    Thank you and sorry for delay

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

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