Literary Pixie Press

by Aisha Usman

I daydream all day long about a few things,
And sitting on a toilet is among one of them.

My feet are sore and heels torn,
from squatting uncomfortably when nature calls,
on uneven terrain, jagged rocks and pointing thorns.

Why can't I have access to those clean stalls or public lavatories?
Only because I can't pay a few cents for such facilities?

Whoever has determined that a price must be paid?
To relieve oneself of all the visceral waste ?

Oh but what a pleasure it must be!
To have a seat
At every important place.
A prayer room, a classroom or a washroom
But for now, I can only daydream about those things.
And sitting on a toilet, is among one of them. 

This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #2. To return to the table of contents, click here.