Your Voice Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Your voice

She’d written
She wrote a page
She wrote a full page
She started with greeting
Then with comments, advice
And compliments that ‘It is you
And this is your voice.” I read and
See the traces of voice; voices, secret
Many ambiguities in a land that has lines
Many lines in politics, faiths, uniforms and
The prisons’ bars for oppositions; long and tall
Now in his voice that she doesn’t know to write to
I step forward: “This is your voice, complicated, nice.”