Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


>>> Broom


The moment of the day I am born
When I get a knot around my waist
And a nail pressed at my bottom
To make sure I am sufficiently tight
To fight away dust and keep away dirt
From the places people live in
But no respect or honor I am shown
In the best possible way when my job is done
I am put to stand in a corner of a room
Or on the floor left to roll down
I do not know too much about west
But in east I get a nasty superstitious job to do
To beat people to dispel evil spirit
By which they are supposedly possessed with
But I feel the worth of my birth when I am used
As an effective weapon by women
To broom man up when their modesty is outraged
Or an honest man holds me up when society is dying with corruption.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

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  • Wahab Abdul (1/28/2014 5:49:00 AM)

    Jeff Cannon - - - - ''Wow! ''- - the image in your hands peals away the coverings to reveal layered symbols, body metaphors take on a worldly live gripped by wayward culture and its madness, spoken with an elegance that tells its truth in ways hopefully to be heard and then deeply felt, so we know what we really need to sweep - thank u Abdul Wahab for this physical and poignant poem (Report) Reply

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