Sticks Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sticks



Sticks

My palm is still thick
of beating with stick
"No left hand for writing."
Said teacher in shouting.

Passed years and always I
felt my act had been sin
and so was till, until…

We always need rebels' break rules!
Risk takers are seen as crazies.

But they move and change full
See below as samples:
"Left-handers are smart, "
And "Black is beautiful."

I want to make a film
of such things; include
holding the chopsticks.

Saturday, April 9, 2016
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