A Poem By Me, About Tampon Time...
19 year old me is proud. 24 year old me is still proud of this. But I can bet my Mother isn't.
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My period arrived unexpectedly one day,
And without supplies, I decided to try a new way.
Walked to the store and found the right aisle,
To see an awkward stock fella stacking lady things in piles.
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Hovered nervously I did, waiting to grab what I needed
Awkward eye contact was made and my desperate eyes pleaded.
Move out of the way! I don't have time for this!
I grabbed the closest box and ran away with a hiss.
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Is this normal? Is this right?
As I looked down there and got such a fright!
It had changed so much since I was a child,
The effects of womanhood had not been so mild.
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I began to contort like a demon on the bathroom floor
My goodness why is there not a lock on this door?!
How could a thing so small struggle to get in my hole?
I asked as the carpet burn inside, ignited fury within my soul.
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As I tried to spread my legs a little wider apart,
The thought occurred to me that being a woman is hard.
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I was trying my best but still having no success,
All I'd achieved was making a mess.
A shower of tampons lay around on the floor,
As I gave one last try while leaning up against the door.
Hooray! At last! This thing has held fast!
I mourned a little as the time for innocence had past.
Fin.