Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 69,276 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

My Pride - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My pride

My pride is a weight
Shackle ties my hands, legs
Free bird, kept in cage.

My pride is a weight
A ball and, it has chains
Is used as my leg-cuffs.

My pride, ferocious enemy
Physical restraint, chains belly
In chain gang I am dead, by killer.

My pride bounds my talk-acts,
Cannot move, death is so gradual
What you call, “keeping face.”

My pride is hobble to limit my movement
It tethers hands and legs, even neck.
It is the, belly chain punishment.

Topic(s) of this poem: character


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015



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