Zoetrope Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Zoetrope

Every day is a day
all new to be, learn
or recall what went on
not knowing, unaware.

This is one.

I was child
Six? Seven?
Little more?

Dad took me to Tehran
detrained not say hello to everyone
and much more
I heard the other kids call me names
blame it on accent.

Like a mouse seeing cat
shivered and was afraid
Mahmood came, brother
he was love and my boss
took care but very tough
and beat me as if dog…

Other kids, of Tehran
rich, spoiled, better life
went played; and school
also could go and watch
Zoetrope

It is right of the need
mothering inventions
I found time and money
and went, watched.

The man told stories
photos changed.