T-Shirt Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Did he see?
Did he know?
Yes I was...
Yes I wore...
On my shirt were some lines
All black, shaping face
Che, Rebel

He knew
Must've seen
It was his
His purchase
(I ordered)

He called me after months.
'Forget me'
He had said in last call.

But this time:
'I love you as you are.
I know you.
You are lost.'
He is right.

'What happened? '
Did I say or murmured?
Maybe yes!
Sure I sighed.

'You're father.'
He told me to remind:
'You forgive; child is wrong.'

'But...'
Rest went down.
With hemlock killed my voice.

He said much; I did not.