Nassy Fesharaki Poems

It was then, the moment that I heard the word Sangre…
Lost in the word I liked it as if it was an ocean and I was a whale.
I called, no one understood my language, and I was drifted away from my people.
I was from the people of heart, love and care and they…money…fun and today.
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Dry as my lips
Land expanded miles and miles and miles
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Inti not Sun May 04,2013 to Brian

Sad
Sad it maybe
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Show, don’t tell

Uneven is parking
Water filled, is a ditch
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Maxim Gorky

I know you with limits
Your mustache is vivid
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My friend, my friend, my friend
My friends in Ukraine
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Dementia

He cried and I saw
He looked far and I know
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In this day
Anniversary of genocide
I swear he is Hutu
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F-snow
Sky fights
And birds sing
Is spring, surely not?
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“My son too, ” he cries
“As are yours, is killed; gone.”
And tear pours like rain
And aloof he stands on the side,
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