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Period No Tampon

A sticky situation

By Marie MelendezPublished 7 years ago 1 min read

When I was at the bathroom

Taking a quick break from all the distractions

Loud music

Annoying convos on the latest gossip

Not having my mind in the present

Slowly drifting away from the conversation

I felt it

My stomach aches in pain not knowing the reality

Of what’s actual going on inside of me

I finally come to my senses and discover it like shiny treasure

Even though it’s not much of a prize to begin with

I reached in my purse filled with the most random things ever

Yet not being able to find a single tampon

I panicked right after discovering this new profound actuality

I didn’t ask anyone knowing the question

Why would they come here if they had it

As if it was a virus or disease that no one wanted

Why should I be annoyed or angry in any way

If it’s the most natural thing ever to women

One of the obvious things that set us apart from the other sex

I felt ashamed

A society built by men

Created this normality of gruesomeness

A natural part of us has become a nuisance

Downgrading our very existence

To the point of unattractiveness

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