Modesty Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Modesty

Sky is grey
Wind, breeze and rain,

Light for me is red, footers on cross
Her hand is lowered, her left palm if full
Home of her cell-phone.

She grabs skirt; loose, of jersey wear
Light cream and beige; to breeze a guest.

Radio is on; mode and code of wear
Talk the teenagers.

One of them is rude; doesn't think or care
“Crop tops” one says: “Why to feel ashamed? ”
Her body must “A” among the others.
Confident she is; must talk for herself.

Another, smart: “this is an insult…”
She says and goes on: “to guys…and to gals...”

With laps in the time:

“The boys are not dumb…obnoxious for leg…”
“And the girls do not…show the leg to sell…”

This girl, diplomat: “what we say and want, is to have the right.”

Anchor asks, replies; refers them to judge:
“Which of them is right? ”