Iraq or Iran
it doesn't really matter which
in a temple of worship
with two Arabs
my mother
an asexual individual
the closest thing I have to a best friend
the last two are not the same
(you would smirk if you knew the story)
At a square table we sit
there's lots of sun
I remember this for a reason
One man unwillingly
shakes my hand
the other refuses
because I have breasts
Words are said
against my mother
the other comforts
turn into harassments
my tongue is bleeding
I then stand up
and correct this man
taboo where I am
If looks could kill
that so called
closest thing to a best friend
would be dead
and he knows it, replies
"I didn't have any idea"
I ponder my rebuttal for a second
and decide that the "fucking"
will by perfect
"You don't have any fucking idea"
Last straw...and I'm banned
I agree, it would be best
I hate everything about this place
I wonder into a pet store
overbreeding guppies
I know it's the countries specialties
(I'm confusing them with bettas and China)
Crowded shop of
people and guppies
They're even struggling to survive
in a puddle on the floor (guppies, that is)
FAST FORWARD
Banished to the desert
I'm trying to fill a pit of sand
the wooden walls with water
so the dogs have something to play in
But that probably isn't such a good idea
since it isn't staying
FAST FORWARD
I do believe I'm in a mall
but I'm not sure
Reason for writing:
One of the most complex and emotional dreams I've had...this what happen when you go to sleep ten minutes after eating a huge meal I guess
Birth sign: Gemini
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