Dallak Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dallak

I stand in the midst and amongst-
-the colleagues who have cars

Each competes for more rides
-to get tips, pay at night

Recall past with stars
-on shoulders, either side,
-handling the flights

Stubborn, strong, tough, proud
-I stood to TAFT man,
-American, a sergeant
- "What the hell…? "
-I stood as does rock.

Now cry for myself:
-condole me
-murdered is my pride

Am active; do achieve
-but want more;
-want far more as deserve

-feel failure and hate life…
-for me it, is enough
-I am done, rather die…

With pride dead, erased
-I remember old days'
-public bath

Every week, as a child was taken
-was taken and wettened
-then one of the parents or Dallak
-on the hand, a cotton-rough-glove
-robbed skin
-off went filth and dead cells

Is pride piece of filth?
-must allow these Dallaks?