Baffled Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Baffled

Great God, my maker,
Come and be my saviour!

Behind me have decades,
Past seven, almost eight!

Born Muslim, Unwanted,
With Islam I was raised.

The Mullahs' podium
Is mainly sitting there,
On top seat, of Minbar,
They preach, we listen.

Preachers and parents
And in fact, all Muslims,
Talk, believe with semen:
"God rejects prayers,
Go and bathe, or shower."

These days I see, hear,
Many girls, and women
Want to taste the semen!

Great God, my maker,
Can you be my saviour?

Lead me to correct way,
Wonder which to obey!

Mullahs talk of the hell,
What about the women?

Born as boy and Muslim,
In dreams and actions
Still do ejaculate!

Behind me have decades,
Soon, seven will be eight,
Feel being some victim,
In the air, atmosphere!