Genre Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Genre

From then, when I sat on a seat
Saw myself in mirror, of barber
I have hated scissors.

I don’t care how and what, or if
Used in form of virtual, physical.
I have hated scissors.

I hate it regardless…
If is used to crop part of words
If is used to frame, make genre
Being jazz, pop or rock, fantasy
Or novel, novella, tragic, irony.

I hate the scissoring, cropping, bundling
Now you may call me dumb, brain numb
A rebel, avant-garde; whatever…
I am against the boxing…
I am against…

Genre means making herds
Of cattle, sheep, or goats
Simply making fool
Out of you, out of I.