Story Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Story



Story

Once Woolf had discussion
It became a title:
"Mr. Bennett…Mrs. Brown"

That was a complaint
"Why men talk for women? "

Women were in darkness
Males peeped, talked instead!

"This method is not fair…"
Explained female writer.

And was right.

Now lyrics, stories
Work as if laxatives
Cause motions,
Pull out things.

Untold and unseen are…
As I see, left nothing.

Everything undressed
From feet to breasts
Underneath is exposed
Leave alone, no corset
Bra is for nipples!

Openness is too much
I feel like I need one
Washroom to go vomit.

Monday, August 22, 2016
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