LaShawn Scott

The Mother of Creation:. AI-Generated.

I still remember the first time I heard her whispered about in hushed tones—her body labeled "unclean," her cycles called "dirty," her power blamed for every temptation and weakness. I was twelve, sitting in a circle of girls at school, passing around a single pad wrapped in plastic like it was a contraband item. We giggled nervously, eyes darting to make sure no boy was listening, then slipped it into our bags and carried on as though nothing had happened.