I understood what a period was was,
But not very well.
Mama never talked to me about it.
When I got it for the first time,
I couldn’t tell her,
Because I could never talk to her about anything.
She was never accommodating.
I would use any napkin I could find.
The important thing was to hide it.
I never understood why I did that.
I kept doing that for a year,
Until I once told my sister about it jokingly.
I wanted to get it over with.
My sister told her,
But we still didn’t talk about it.