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Convenience
For no apparent reason, I remember that day even today
One of the most disturbing memories for an idealist
There was a Recess bell, quiet whisper
Just as quiet as it's supposed to be
A friend of mine
with crooked teeth and a pink smile
Standard we were in maybe 7 th or 8 th
She called me with embarrassed eyes and a helpless gaze
Warmth of air with some sounds
And the next thing I remember we were in halls
Me behind her, another friend aside from her
We walked to the home of suppressed giggles
Stinky rooms and random prickles
The two of us stood in front of the door
Waiting for it to be closed
Though we were alone
She whispered again
We knew it was her first period
What we came to know is what stuck with me for years
She was bleeding from the other day
Pure and warm her blood ran red
Her mother was on fast, there was no way
For her to know how to fix a pad
Baffled for a moment I took her hand
One step forward and closed the door behind me
Sighing in relief I s
aw the other friend
I felt the trench of pessimism stand behind me
Looked in her eyes, I faked a smile
To calm down her heart and my mind
The blue cloth was soaked in red,
We started looking for something white
Pad was upside down or tilted out
I can't really point out the mistake now
But I remember telling her it wasn't placed right
I remember disposing of the old and putting up the new one
She remembers my focused eyes, no change in expressions
Probably she still remembers all of my instructions
We both washed hands with the same soap that day
We both cursed the world, I'm sure, that day
And the three of us walked down the halls
With four wet hands, one chalk smitten skirt
For years I responded to her calls
With eyes full of gratitude, I'm not sure I deserved
And I've tried to rug it down in history, hoping the world's better
But now and then I find myself
repeating some questions over and over
How difficult was it?
How inconvenient was it?
How convenient ignorance must be?
