Poetry Without the same By Jam Hamidi December 11, 2003 The Iranian "I don't wanna be born on the thirteenth without a mother or home   I don't want dark hair cold meals, cold nights dark eyes, dark days   I don't wanna be surrounded by gays laughing it out loud   Everyone better than me safe, happy, fun inviting me over   I don't wanna be hassled by the man from the Master Card   My bills piling up evicted, arrested, mopped up nothing left but pride   Not who you thought I was, all of you: my family, I'm finally strong."   Why can't I remember a single smile on her face? What purpose had her life in pain?   * Send this page to your friends COMMENT For letters section To Jam Hamidi * Advertising * Support iranian.com * FAQ * Reproduction * Write for Iranian.com * Editorial policy

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