To another daughter
She loves name "Persia"
Too much, so, takes along.
"Don't call me Parisa! "
She begs and even shouts:
"That is stepmother's,
The woman that I hate! "
Then talks and explains:
"Mother is Egyptian
And father is a Kurd
Of Iran…"
And goes on…
And goes on…
Her nails are planted
Very long, in colour
Uses them for keyboards
Of PC and her phone…
And I am all ears
Hearing how has hate
Amassed against father;
He divorced her mother
To marry new girl…
"Am friend with mother
And save her from men;
Don't let her be involved
With any, old or young…"
And I think of the life
And what is right or wrong
And, frankly, am lost…
I, also think of looks
And we, think, like, choose.
One can say: "Masterpiece, "
Another: "Piece of shit! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem