Am Concerned Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Am concerned

Am heading for Doctor
The same with the body of angels
Carrying large breasts.

The one whom I questioned:
"Who sees this masterpiece?
And who does admire? "

"My two boys, " she answered.

Did she send me message?
Am concerned.

Guess, last night, shared my bed.

Will she do what she did?
Once again?

(Her breasts on my face
Too close to give me her smell.)

I try to think of other things
For a change.

Think of my time of birth
Where was born, how was raised
Think of where I am and politics
As well as to our south; both dirty.

Think of the Persia or Iran
Cruising, swim in Persian Gulf
And drum, bugle of the war.

Think of the divided Korea
And the time, the Brits and China
And Yankees' genocide, Vietnam
And chain on the Blacks, Africa's

Think of the power and corruption,
The twin of mankind, which lasted;
All along, think of us, am concerned.