Poem;I was wrong

Posted July 2, 2019 from Nigeria

It was a cold night,waiting for papa to tell his numerous tales,but something was unusual this time around cause he titled it 'I WAS WRONG'.

 Papa said thinking about sex will destroy my mindset and my life,i thought about sex and nothing happened I was right ,papa was wrong

He warned me about kissing before marriage,I kissed and nothing happened,I was right,papa was wrong

He warned me not to touch a woman,I touched it and it felt good but nothing happened,I was right,papa was wrong

I kept thinking,touching and kissing but nothing happened,papa was wrong and I was right afterall

But one moment of madness,i kissed,touched and went all the way and sex happened and for the first time I thought papa was right and I was wrong

But then it occurred to me that I was never right because sex is a process and I was blind to the process.

Papa was actually right and I was wrong.


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Jill Langhus
Jul 02
Jul 02

Hello Queenola,

Welcome to World Pulse, dear:-) Thanks for sharing your first, introspective post. How do you feel that sex is a process and that it destroyed your mindset and life? I'm looking forward to seeing more posts from you.

I hope you have a great day, and rest of the week!

Jul 02
Jul 02

You are welcome to world pulse my dear. I hope you are doing very good. Thanks for sharing your thought provoking post. I hope you have a great day.

Hello, Queenola,

Welcome to World Pulse! Thank you for sharing your learning experience on sex. Looking forward to reading more from you!

Corine Milano
Jul 11
Jul 11

Queenola, welcome to World Pulse and thank you for sharing this poem - you are a powerful writer and have shared a powerful insight here. I hope you will continue to post and share your poems and stories with us. I am looking forward to reading more from you, soon I hope!


Anita Kiddu Muhanguzi

Hello Queenola,
Thank you for sharing this interesting poem. You are most welcome to World Pulse and i am looking forward to hearing more of your stories.
Have a blessed day my dear sister.

Tamarack Verrall
Aug 06
Aug 06

Dear Queenola,
Exploring sex with little information can be so complicated and confusing, especially when we are told it is wrong. Your poem is beautiful in its openness, it allows your reader to think deeply about the hushed subject. I hope that no matter what road you are on, with another woman or with a man, that your experiences are loving and bring happiness. People have many opinions about sex. What matters is what brings you close, with the special bond it can create. Nothing less is worth it. When it is good, it is a gift.
In sisterhood,