Ira Was First Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ira was first

In one of the comments
-wrote woman:
- "No worries…
-he won't know his father…"

I felt like
- "Must vomit…"

Hate women doing so
-inserting a trap in their wombs
-using the idiom: "You are father! ! ! "

This act is indecent
-a kind of disrespect
-and with lies flavoured

Had a called from friend in Iran
-at that time my life was in Russia

Talked of girl in Kazan
-descendent of Tatars

They had had relations
-she told him of a child
-that she bore to him of…
-he felt badly in charge
-had asked for his photo,
-his needs and progress

He got none! ! !

Say a lot of Tatars
-the women of Tajik
-and Uzbek
-Central Asia:

"They feed men with mix of
-their shit and menstrual…
-as witches, magicians…"

Somehow the Tatars are
-master in keeping men
-so, hate them those women

My friend was prey
-in that cage, needed help
-I showed up…
-took Ira, young Russian,
-a Barbie, walnut-breast, and blonde
-she, swam among men and topless
-nobody doubted her with suspect

We made it to Kazan and the house
-no show of a boy nor of a son…
-her trick to con him with her lies…

I had had the same with Muscovite
-an Ira; daughter of Soviet General

She taught me much too much
-I forced her out of house; after fight
-she wrote me such letter

I was cock, and headless
-took letter all around
-wanted to translate

"This is how we, women hunt the men, "
-said Anna who worked in restaurant
-my helper and friend…
-she was an exception…
-if wanted dirtiness was open…
-capable, was also excellent, smartest…

Anna's jokes
-when dirty
-made me blush

When talked of her body
-felt proud
- "I enjoy my breasts' up and down
-when go fast…jug or run…"

Women have taught me lot! ! !