Amanda Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Amanda

"I got tips…"
-he told me;
-happily, joyfully.

Though he is in mid-age
-acted like children.

I got me on track
-looking for the tipper.

I had to travel
-drove long to get there.

On the way flirted
-with first and the last name;
-Amanda and Cabot.

Smiling, told myself:
- "Maybe is descendent
-of old John; pioneer."

Driving, thought to have
-excuses at hand…

Rang and in door frame
-was very poor woman.

Surprised, mesmerised
-I was of her being a Black;
-took me time to crack…

Saw in her the shackles
-of the boat on water,
-and many of slaves
-row and sing together
-heading for the hell that
-made "United States! "

She knows of working in
-the snow, ice and wind
-for earning some pennies…