What Are You? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

What are you?

There is word I look for
Not for hate, too strong
And week is, the ‘dislike’
Want to use for women
With hanging black-hair
The ones who dye blonde
To be white, try hard
They, to me, are crows
‘Want to be partridge
In walking…’
But are lost…
Neither walk nor fly.
They, to me, are monkeys
Sound parrot when talking
They have a shopping list
Push a cart, filling in
In racks, shelves are searching
For diet; take tablets
Fill their palms; vitamins
Put aside what have seen
Back in own cultures and
Countries

I believe in distance
I am I, this is fact…
I take my breakfast with poems
Reading chaps…
I eat mint, tarragon…some greens…
I am me…good or bad, or ugly.

What are you?