Jeannette Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Jeannette
Jeannette
At her birth was Jinet,
A little, tiny girl.
As a sick little girl,
Was taken to the church,
Was baptized, Juliet,
Superstition, Superstitious!
'Do not like new name…'
She says and complains!
'Am center of the jokes,
Without my Romeo! '
Angry, I frown,
Laugh, cry…
Ignorance, hills of sand,
Are aimless little ants,
If not in a bucket, hand!
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