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Jun 2014
My mother wanders into the fancy party,
A bull in the china shop,

Her eyes are saucers as she watches
Waiters enslaved to the night

Unidentified identities lie behind masks
She's afraid


Not unsmart she repeats
Not uncultured
Not uncivilized

Not un (is) not un (is) not un (is)
A meter, a harmony, a rhyme
Meaning inherent
Nuha Fariha
Written by
Nuha Fariha  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
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