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 PrivilegeBy Sahar Shokati January 22, 2003 The Iranian You said A royal history of great civilizations runs though my blood You recited Words that formed poetic portraits From philosophers that documented the land of my nobles Theology... philosophy... the arts... Beauty in all forms passed down to me The riches of a land The culture of kings The intellect of scholars Mapped into strands of my composition You said I am the offspring of the reed flute Whose delicate music seduced warriors into submission You sang Verses of freedom Against the oppressors that bound my legacy I traced The world along the edges of my birth soil You spoke In my native tongue I heard The sound of cypress trees swaying near the Caspian I embraced My history through your teachings I discovered The chronicles of my imperial traditions Proud and esteemed, I boasted of my privilege For without my land, I would not be I followed your instructions to enlightenment And believed that love endures without time You said The creators of theology, philosophy, the arts are we You said Beauty in all forms passed down to me You said Intellectual freedom cannot be oppressed You swore I was created of love and of love I shall be Don't grieve now that I walk with angels Along the road you told me to take Everything I am is from the vision you furnished My future is written with the accomplishments of my past The strength of my lineage is you With ancestry I am of privilege you said... I said with love of privilege I am Copyright 2002 Sahar S. Shokati© * Printer friendly Does this article have spelling or other mistakes? Tell me to fix it.
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