I am twelve

remembering…I am twelve years old

my body changed

nobody is telling me how to care for myself

my mother doesn’t talk to me about personal matters

hygiene seems to be a tabu subject

I am so confused

why don’t I look like everyone else

I’m always so embarrassed!

it’s so hard for me to say this, even sixty later

my body, my hair and clothes are all dirty

I smell!

teachers never did anything to help me

today’s teachers are mandated to notice

even as I write about this now, I feel agitated and alone

the disgrace is always with me

it’s hard to shed a trauma

 

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