Nassy Fesharaki Poems

I am told of my ancestors,
They saw a curled scorpion almost frozen dead.
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In No-Name’s name

They were there
I was late
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Tasha

Natasha, you
Regardless of Natalia or Tasha
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There are times in our lives
We are wrong or do wrong
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She’s my mirror

My eyes are the devils. They misguide and kill me.
“For God’s sake will you stop? ” I ask them, I plea.
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For a long-long time; so very long that I cannot recall
I have wanted to be an ant
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To the right
The terrain’s sky
Soft blue and endless
Black hair’s strand is brush
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Consider being poor.
Not one of the homeless; a beggar,
Un-matching the rest of classmates
Their fathers much richer like pilot
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Funny

It's funny
We have eyes and ears
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Times and times
Hundreds
And thousands
Maybe more
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