My Boy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My boy

In my hand is "They Led"
On me, book, has effect
Since I meet my mother.

See women, all of them
Are deprived, powerless
Even with own parents.

If the child was a girl
All she did was obey
From birth to her death.

If married, wife, daughter
Possibly, used husband
To do things that wanted!

In her case, lucky girl,
Did not have brother.

"Be my boy, " said father,
Gave her keys to secrets,
Kept books as accountant.

Due to the time, culture
Within walls, she remained
And figures, decisions,
Were not shared with others,
So, secrets were secrets.

"She is best of the sons,
How could son defend me
Even with sword, spear? "
Said father and hugged her.

"When I am dead and gone
She will be the master! "
Wife opposed, complained!

"What do you want of her?
For how long disrespect? "
Said father, looked at rest.