Break The Shell Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Break The Shell
Break the shell
My lovely children
and your mom
you are bricks of my life
as if in a building,
that shelters as does house.
But those kids not made of my sperm
and their moms who never shared my bed
are the roof and floor
foundation to same house.
Therefore I bow, plea
please-please, please-please,
love them all
break the devil thought you made up:
“They are the…they are bum.”
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