Trained Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trained

I had a cousin who
Was one of examples
Of us and our culture…

Once he was on the road
And had to walk to home.

Lost valet or was robbed?

On his way, his tummy
Blind to care, money.
Shouted: "Am hungry! "

Asked for food as neared
The heat of bakery,
Where smell, aroma
Spread the wings of
"Come get me, I am warm."

Raising hand, he slammed
His fist to stomach:
"Bear with me and shut up! "

Too busy with the pain
Flew far the hunger;
Was gone; disappeared.

And he walked…

"Never sell your respect
For the need of bread! "
Is lesson of culture.

This is how we are trained
As part of our culture.