Our Struggle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Our Struggle

It is hard,
Hard to be,
Hard to breathe,
Hard to talk,
Hard to walk!

Hard!
Hard!
Hard!

We, the two chained,
The two undressed,
The two deserted naked
Of our gracious pasts,
We, the tree, and I!

Both uprooted,
Both stranded,
Both half alive!

In the same boat, yet,
Are not close friends,
Reject one another!

"I am, "
Each says to other,
Of a different spine,
Heart, flesh, and blood…

We are,
Two un-indigenized
Indigenous…
By the colonizing enemy!

And our disagreements
Works as a torch,
As a sword,
As a gun,
For the opportunist,
To crush us both,
And to walk on both!