Nassy Fesharaki

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Rite Of Spring Ballet - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rite of Spring Ballet

I saw him in the dance
He’s black
Like a dot; page blank

It is ballet
They called it, the ‘High Art’
The Rich man’s; is powerful
He, slave?

Let us dance;
Things are changed.
I’m glad.

Topic(s) of this poem: changes

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 3, 2015

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