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.
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Tampon Time - An Excerpt
HumorA short poem from the unpublished book Tampon Time. Because we're not ready to take the gamble that women want to read about the horrors of 'carpet burn'. But Ladies, it's real! So do we call this Humor, Horror or Mystery/Thriller?! "I unwrapped t...
