Cheryl’s Song 6

They call us, “the weaker sex,”

Could sex ever be

a thing men see



No, we see

what intercourse was meant to be

a union, a coming together,

an exchange between two beings.

They see it as something to be done

and over with

in truth,

So many of us

have begun to think like


don’t know


in the little things

who rush and end

too soon

a good thing

who don’t know how

good coming together can be

long time

one mind

one heart

one being.

If being weak

means I need

someone one with me

then call me, “weak,”

I know you’ll soon

be calling me

anything I say to you

or whisper when we

come together

not weak but one

you’ll see my strength,

my king.

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