I Think I’m About to Die
Human Growth and Development
Growing up in quite the literal sense
Boy Parts, Girl Parts, Periods
No one is taking this serious
Fourth graders are we
A simple age to be.
A year goes by
When suddenly,
A stomachache travels to my back,
My body is under attack!
What is happening to me?
Do I need to poo, or pee?
Continue your job Safety Patrol
Don’t let them see,
Your body is losing control.
I cave, I use the bathroom, I can’t hide it anymore...
...my jaw hits the floor.
What was it that I learned a year before?
...boy parts...girl parts...PERIODS!
A bathroom visit just got serious.
Fifth grader am I
I think I’m about to die!
When my mother came to pick me up from school that day,
I told her of my plight.
Recounting the details in dismay,
Her excitement gave me a fright.
Human Growth and Development
I learned I wasn’t dying
My body was just trying
To show me part of what it meant
To be a woman in a biological sense.
From girl to woman, a child no more
I can’t wait for what’s in store!
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