What if
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarterWhat if
women were the ones who started warsWhat if
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y JellyWhat if
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gunWhat if
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobsWhat if
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penisWhat if
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their handsWhat if
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastesWhat if
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-onsWhat if
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
with socks
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
or
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
or
“The truth about impotence”What if
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”What if
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the jobWhat if
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from runningAnd what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl.
She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.
(via cracktacular)