Growing Up and Liking It

At 13 years of age, a pamphlet
Showed up in my home.
My mother bought it, not to be
The subject of a poem.

It was intended to explain
(A lecture would be worse)
The facts of menstruation,
Often called the “woman’s curse.”

Modess, a manufacturer
Of sanitary pads,
Produced the booklet; it cost
Just a quarter; they made scads.

The title always bothered me,
For what would be the need
To try to get young girls to like
A messy monthly bleed?

A novel I am reading
Brought this little pamphlet back.
A character is using it
For knowledge she does lack.

It’s rare to find a copy
So on Amazon they’re hiking it
To almost 90 bucks, another
Reason for not liking it.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Krutsinger Avatar
April 26, 2022 at 12:26 AM
Ninety bucks! Oh my goodness! Really! I do not think they will be "going like hotcakes". I had one too!
Rigoler Avatar
April 24, 2022 at 6:51 PM
I remember as a boy having a recurrent bleeding nose. In time the problem cured itself. Still, I'm thankful I wasn't a girl; I don't think I could have handled two "curses"!!! / Maurice
Leffanta Avatar
April 21, 2022 at 11:15 AM
I earned all of my party money selling "sanitary napkins" in Germany during the 50s. You would not believe what women were using to mop up the curse! On to happier times! Aloha!
Rodrigues Avatar
April 21, 2022 at 5:34 AM
Great write on a messy subject.
Wolf Avatar
April 20, 2022 at 8:25 PM
Amazing and amusing write, albeit a bit depressing. ~ gw
Hankins Avatar
April 20, 2022 at 8:20 PM
A simple talk from someone who knew what they were talking about would have been so much better, don't you think? As a 4-5-6th grade teacher at one time, I had so many little girls who were so scared they were dying, so I'd send them off to the Girls' Room with another girl who had already been through it and knew what to do. Back then it was all I could do, except to wonder what mothers were thinking...or perhaps not....
Rodrigues Avatar
April 21, 2022 at 5:35 AM
Wow, Milton! I remember having that first talk with my daughter. Why can’t parents think. ~ Kim
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