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Before I Learned
Teresa Roberson
Before I learned sex positions were named for what’s done to a woman, I knew women weren’t created to be passive recipients.
Before I learned oral sex was sex, I knew it should be reciprocated.
Before I learned most of a man’s fascination with his own penis was the fact he could see it, I knew women had genitalia worthy of attention.
Before I learned some men couldn’t climax while wearing a condom, I still knew I had the right to be protected.
Before I learned some guys thought inserting “just the tip” was an acceptable work around to wearing a condom, I knew the tip was where rogue sperm and STIs hung out.
Here’s some anatomical irony: men boast and compliment one another by stating how big their testicles are; or urge another man to be courageous by suggesting he “grow a pair”; and will even express admiration for an assertive woman by saying she’s really “ballsy”. Yet, testicles are as fragile as an overhyped male ego. On the other hand, vaginas are designed to withstand a pounding. So, shouldn’t it be more complimentary to tell a man he’s a big pussy?
Once upon a time
On an overcrowded bus
From Mombasa to Dar es Salaam
Zoned out
Dead weight
Bouncing around
Exotic African images blurring past
Crudely serenaded by
Blasting Zairian music
Heavy bass
Pulsating hearts
When slowly
Through mental fog
A primal response
To inanimate vibrations
Orgasmic vaginal contractions
Forget horseback riding
Ride a chicken bus instead
Heaven and Hell
Are self-inflicted
