Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 77,663 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Y.U. - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


I went there once again
most faces strange
the Chinese, Africans
(and others of the like)
First Nations on climb
rare Blondes.

For degree
Major or, master or, doctorate.

Teaching is: just a job,
source of food, wealth make-up
and learning: is gamble
adding chance to sell self.

But when done
when over
starts pain.

Dirty game:
“positions are there but
we choose by resume’.”

They should say:
“who you know…not knowledge.”

Topic(s) of this poem: education

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2015

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