Dear Sex: A Poem by George The Tired Poet

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By George William Ochago (George The Tired Poet)

What happens when pleasure convinces us that consequences belong to somebody else? In Dear Sex!, George The Tired Poet personifies sex and speaks to it as though it were a seductive companion. At first, the speaker dismisses warnings about protection, addiction and sexually transmitted infections. He believes he is experienced enough to remain in control. However, that confidence gradually gives way to consequence. Through irony and a dramatic final turn, the poem delivers a warning to young people about sexual choices, personal responsibility and sexual health.

To be frank,
I don’t think you are as bad as they say.

You might be killing me slowly,
but everything on earth is temporary.

Why don’t I hug you anyway?

Dear Sex,

I have a feeling of having you every day.

Because when I embrace you,
what matters is…

the size, colour and the bed.

I feel so uplifted every day
when we sit together.

I know there is somewhere
I missed protection,

but I am proud
I withdrew safely.

I believe no one is infected.

If there is,
why are there no victims?

So how dare they say
I am a victim

when there are no victims?

Dear Sex,

I know you are not addictive
as they say.

When I am driving,
I pace in intervals

until my partner complains
about my speed.

I should have been so critical,

but honestly,

I am not a baby in this game.

Sex,

you know you want me
to stay in shape.

That’s why we play
when my eyes are closed.

So you set the tone,

and I use it whenever
I want to meet you.

You actually didn’t tell me

that if I need you overtime,
I will lose weight.

I am not mad at you, though.

Truth be told,

you made me the man I am.

Why, actually,

you temporarily made me
the man I wish I could be.

The man with a big smile.

The man with a lot of history.

In reality,

you made me conquer my fear.

I can bring you to class,
work,

or even onto a poetry stage.

My ego taught me

that moving with you everywhere
is normal.

You made me a rebel
to my father.

You told me he knows.

I don’t mean it.

You would have also told me
my father stayed a virgin
until he had me.

Sex,

it’s overtime now.

I want to let you know—

we are getting independent.

I don’t mean I will ditch you.

I got your back,
and you got mine too.

When others say
we need to get less time together,

it doesn’t mean
they are offensive.

They are just defensive.

Dear Sex,

thank you for these new friends.

We can be a team now.

I got AIDS.

You got what?

I got pills,

and you got nothing.

I think I would love
to say goodbye.

Go look for a better apprentice.

For us?

I am done.

About the Author

George William Ochago, known as George The Tired Poet, is a Ugandan writer whose work is fuelled by a deep passion for democracy. He has authored numerous poems and articles, and his debut book is The Statesman’s Prayer.

His poetry explores governance, civic responsibility and the everyday human struggle within systems of power. Through his distinctive voice, he captures the hopes, frustrations and resilience of a society reaching for freedom and justice while encouraging readers to think critically and engage with the democratic process.

In Dear Sex!, Ochago turns his attention to sexual behaviour and its consequences, particularly among young people.

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