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 Poetry 4 the people By Solmaz Sharif July 2, 2002 The Iranian history resonates in my bones i remain her pupil afterall one day i just might become her prophet she suckles the marrow in my spine and if i drum my fingers just right she hums her story she reveals my past in my niece ............yet to see the groundwork ............still thinking the stork ............did her right ............one day will see and carry the cradle of blood ............she really came from my future in my mother ............writing to friends back home ............about her american dream ............import cars and cubicles ............writing to friends back home ............laughing my husband calls it ............the land of unfortunately ............writing to friends back home ............wanting to be ............home my dreams in my grandmother ............her deferred dream ............flavors endless dishes ............more precious than saffron ............shows itself ............in delicate seams and patches ............translates into a touch my maman joon * ............has fed me has just begun to discover their potency just begun to discover she has given me a head start * Farsi for grandmother
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