Slap Jack While Bleeding in Silence

I wanted to write the poem
But I couldn´t 
Until now 
After It happened 

The blood that comes once a month 
The blood no one talks about 
The blood 

Why can boys be praised for blood 
For being tough 
While girls hide it 
For 
They´re just as tough 

It happened to me 
At lunch 
When the sun was high 
And the wind was low 
We had finished our meal 
And went to the 
Red 
Benches 
And played slap jack 

We stood 
Making a rhythm 
Of cards 
Making music 
Until a smack 
The smack of our hands 
On the 
Beaten and ripped 
Jack 

Those two girls circled us 
Walking around 
A grade higher than us 
Then they stopped 
And watched us 

But, I wasn't watching 
I was smashing 
A card 
Against the bench 

But then one of them 
Walked over 
She bent low 
And told me 

You have a leak 
I sucked in all the air 
Never exhaling 
Not wanting to believe 
But I nodded 
Confirming a terrible fate 

Ok 
I said 

And 
That 
Was 
It 

dropped my cards 
My world started to freeze 
I stared 
Not moving 

What's wrong 
They said 
And I told them 

But my voice was starting to 
Crack 
And rise in panic 
She nodded 
C´mon 
We have to go to the bathroom 
I did and I took my bag 
With my jacket 
Tied around my waste 

The two girls watched as we walked 
Surveying the scene 

I changed a pad 
And went to the office 
With 
My friend 
Her mom works there 
And she whispered it all to her 
She called my mom 
But said 
I´d have to wait 

We went back to the benches 
To play with them 
But I couldn´t 
I already felt the lump in my throat 

Everyone was laughing and talking 
And playing and 
I felt alone 

I felt like I was helpless 
I had no control over it 
All the blood 

But they played 
And my friend 
A he 
Came over to play to 
I couldn't even laugh 
As he cheated in the game 

A surge of anger erupted inside me 
He would never have to go through 
This 
He would never know its pain 
Of embarrassment 
Did he even know about the blood? 

For the next period 
I went on 
Like nothing was wrong 
But it was 
Everything was 

No one talks about the blood 
This must happen to others 
If it happened to me 
I must not be alone 

But why 
Is nobody talking 
Why is everyone silent 

It's so embarrassing 
For something 
Normal 
Happen to you 
I wish people would 
Acknowledge it 
And it wouldn't be 
Something that makes you feel alone 
And ashamed 
And embarrassed 

This 
Brought me closer to one of my friends 
But it also brought me closer 
To humiliation 
And made me realize that 
We can´t keep being silent 
We need to move forward 
And talk 
And support 
We need to break this taboo 
Shatter it 
Into millions of pieces 

But it's up to all of us 
And that one choice 
Like those two girls 
To tell me 
Or to not 
Matters 
If we want to destroy 
This taboo 

You are definitely not alone 
period.

--Evie G., 7th-8th Grade