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A womanly change


My first peom ever 

 18 year of growth and its unexplainable . Built  up emotion in a tank and I was flammable . A hot head tangle in the web of change . From sweet Barbie dolls to boys in gold chains. Diaper To thong  most of my child hood gone . You only really remember when  you were the happiest or saddest never in between . Either What  was taking  or wanting  ever-thing you seen. 
 
I had became a women or a growing one . Just because of my menstrual cycle Or my body having the  ability to grow someone. The day it came my stomach felt like it was shot by a gun. I yelled my mothers name in pain and  suddenly I wasn’t having fun. She rush into the bathroom  in a fast paste run .  I didn’t do  nothing but glare I  had never seen so much blood down there. 
 
My mother knew what to do . She  Told me information and gave me pad to get me through.  3 to 7 days I  sat in pain trying to cope with this extraordinary Change .  My period , my cycle my time of the month it goes by different names . No matter what u call it it all happens the same.  The beginning  of the month was what you hoped for , but it’s always creeped up 3 or four days before. 
 
 Over-the-counter pills Cover up the pain made me feel normal and cover up this change.   My period is bittersweet  yet it’s better then having to give a baby something to eat. Being on my cycle  I always kept my self neat. I made tracker  to keep me up to date and complete. When I got my period it was my first real moment that my body will never be the same.. It made me realize that we don’t stay the same. Change is inevitable  as bad as it sound .   I had to create a new life style every time  my period came around.  I wasn’t a shame to walk this new path  and where this crown.  
 
It’s a part of me and it why I’m who I am now . I am a flower that will one day have a seed to bloom but for now I hope my period comes soon. ❤️
 
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