Period Mess
Walk a little straighter,
You have a dripping sensation coming from inside,
You’re growing up girl and nobody knows what is happening inside,
Your pace is picking up, as you see the school restroom,
To your surprise, a big red stain in the back of your pants,
Death surly but just the gift of menstruation,
How to escape the awkward years of becoming a woman,
Hormones going wild as you try to grip reality,
Taking your purse to the bathroom to hide your secret from others eyes,
A secret women have to embrace together,
Growing up means your body is maturing,
The mind might resist the change,
But the promise of potential motherhood,
Comes each month.
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