Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 72,625 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Who Is He? - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Who is he?

Smashed was in his hand, paper cup
Of coffee
It was source for going, collecting
A loony, a Toonie
Or somehow other change…
Car to car

His hair long, pitch black
His skin burned brown
(Darker than oil’s grey)
Walked in rush in red light
Looked in eyes, drivers’
With message obvious:
“Come-on, help! ”

His backpack empty
As must be his belly.

I question: “who is he? ”

Topic(s) of this poem: social comment


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2015



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