My Resume Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My resume

Later years, in Dubai
On roadside saw women,
Standing under lights,
And lifting skirts up,
Pushing heads in window,
Gave price for the night.

Dubai had her face lift,
Different, good looking,
But dead, gone, is moral,
With cultures, I recall!

Dubai turned to whorehouse,
When past died, left no heart,
Everyone "Sells" or "Buys! "

Many years have gone by,
I follow ups and downs,
The film on screen,
For me is live, running.

Hidden talks as whisper
In the courts and markets
Are for barter, exchange.

I remember old days':
"Be kind and human."

Now, today's resumes
Exactly doe the same:
"If is bad, can cover! "

Mine, to me, is mirror,
In it I see alley,
Famously "Sheikh Rashid."

I am one of women,
A Russia-related,
All blonde or hybrid,
Like them, I sell body,
Thanks to need, poverty!