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Article: My Armenia. (poem)
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- The Antioch Review
- Article date:
- March 22, 1995
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Armenia is a country where someone is always crying. Women punch in and out on the clock, grieving in shifts. 1895, 1915, 1921, the thirties, 1988, 1992, 1993... White handkerchiefs flutter in their careworn hands.
The Armenian orphans have oversized heads and eyes the color of bitter chocolate. They don't complain about the harshest winter. They are grateful for the same dull food. In their faded uniforms, they sing off-key for visitors.
Cher, who was born Cherilyn Sarkisian, traveled to Armenia where she wore a scarf and kept the tattoos covered. She visited the orphans, and brought them Barbie dolls. She said she would star in Forty Days of Musa Dagh.
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