Breasts Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Breasts

I speak of time when
The breasts had respect
When mothers breastfed.

We stole our stare.

Remember museums
Of old days and ancient
Clay works that praised
Motherhood, giving birth.

Then, later, in Tehran,
Mason guy, our neighbour,
(His woman had mothered,)
Said he loved to exchange
His wife for the two girls
That also were neighbours.

I was young and my world
Was quite different…

Therefore, he explained:
"Girls' breasts are firmer,
And better for flirt…! "

Now, after many years
And having seen breasts
Next to me, with sizes,
I look back and question:
"Are they not examples
Of our life and changes
In respect, disrespect,
Humbleness, selfishness? "

Juxtapose history
Of losses, conquests
In eras, locations,
And abuse, invaders',
Destroying cultures,
Enforcing new ways,
Like breasts and today!