I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME

  I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME   I remember the first time My parents took me to school I wore an oversized white shirt Tucked into a large brown khaki shorts With braces hanging on my shoulders I stood in the middle of the class With a black slate and chalk in hand Like a fish out of water, quivering The sight of the teacher with a cane Made me afraid and I cried   I remember the first time In a Sunday school class The preacher spoke so eloquently With claims of divine authority My bladder was full and nearly burst I looked the preacher in the eye; There he was a god. I dare not speak a word. Unable to bear the mounting pressure, I cried and pissed right into my pants. My urine messed up the floor And made my day a misery   Do you remember your very first time? At school and in your Sunday class? Did you cry and mess up the holy floor too? Looking back in years, I resolved To face ‘every-first-time’ with joy It could be a thrilling adventure When you are in full control No teacher or preacher will make me cry again Knowing fully well as I do now That the path to self enlightenment lies not In the other man but in me alone.