Let Me In Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Let me in

If I was to choose them on my own
I would sure leave the town;
would kill the tendency to be a civilized,
I would go join the old.

But can I?
I am a prisoner as is bird in the cage
as in zoo the lion, elephant, jaguar.

So let me homeless
Let me please talk to you:
“Take me in as if I have been there
on the roads, next to walls, in the bag
or under the quilt stolen, donated
burning wood or the junk in squares.”

Oh please take me in let me say:
“This life is too worthless.
Let the laws go to hell...”

Feel jealous of homeless of College
and main roads, Yonge and Bay.
They sleep wherever choose and want
eat the best and the worst, cooked and raw
and remain uncombed and un-shaved and
play guitar…
Or listen the chirps of the birds
some of them have a pet...

They are brave and lovely…

I have been a dervish; never full
So please homeless friends
let me in.