Read Poem: What are they by Maria E. Padrón

Today,
Silicone
Glass
Acrylic.
Jelly
Soft-skin
Stone.
Before,
camel dung
gold
silver
ivory
jade.
Whatever;
Does it really matter
what they’re made of?
Dildos, that is.
The English word’s origin
uncertain and ambiguous
as the dildos themselves.
It’s meaning
Does it come from the latin word
for ‘open wide’
or for ‘love’?
Or the Italian word for ‘delight’?
Maybe from the word “dally”
which meant ‘to flirt’
Their development and that
of great civilizations
seem to cum
hand in hand.
Egyptians, Romans
Greeks, Chinese
and Italians during the Renaissance
they used them all.
To keep their wives from cheating,
Their “gayness” satisfied without being persecuted
or killed
for touching a loved one.
To offer their “virginity” to the god of fertility
For worship
To show off
Prestige and status involved.
To treat orgasm-deprived women
of so-called “hysteria”
To “enhance couple relationships”
As a “sexual aide”
But
For discovery and pleasure
Only now?
Dildos are shown as an item
of female liberation
of gay men’s freedom
the power of owning
our bodies and pleasure
no shame or secrets
no holding in anymore
no frustration.
However, again, dildos
infertile and dead
unable to spread STDs
and to leave us pregnant
they also leave us lonely
with their cold touch
their emotional emptiness
their lack of affection and intimacy
that leaves us thirsty
with a thirst unquenched
for human touch
a human connection
a human that penetrates us and fills us
with love.
Dildos
the word
out of frustration cums
to me
to my mind and
out of my pen and my lips.
Lies
they are for me
that they will cure my frustration
cause they can never replace
what I yearn and I lack
an actual relation
with a partner that loves me
satisfies me
not only physically
through orgasmic
warm
wild
passionate
kiss-filled
cuddle-filled
bare and naked skin-filled
touch
rush
flood
of blood
and feelings
and love
that I can never find in a heartless
dull
dildo
that I can buy and dispose
unlike a person I love
a person that
loves
ME.
Frustration it is
the meaning the word
“dildo”
carries within me
cause it can never go in
completely
inside
of me.
But who do I kid?
Who do I mock?
When even what they try to mirror
the real skin
warm, inner constant flowing blood,
alive ones, don’t
just don’t go
I can never get one
to go all the way through
the pain there
something, there
like a wall
that I
that I can’t
just break through.
I can’t
break
through.
I suffer
I cry
I fear
what can I do
to fully fill others
if I can’t
make it cum
all the way
in
inside me
inside this lonely woman
inside this
sex
love
affection
pleasure
dopamine
deprived woman
I can’t ?
Why,
I can’t…
Can’t I?
That is why
dildos
are a synonym of frustration to me
dildos
what are they
to you?
to humanity?

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