On an august afternoon I was turned into a woman

a poem about the transition from girlhood to womanhood in all it's tragedy

That day I was worried about the headlight of my bike being broken, while riding around the neighbourhood with friends.
We were girls together.
It washed away and i was filled with a different much greater fear.

Mom, am i dying? Why am i bleeding? Haven’t i sacrificed enough yet?

Womanhood announced itself in the form of bloodstained underwear. 
Warning me of all the horrors it will contain, scaring me with my own pain,
in hopes i won’t fear it from here on.

Washing the blood out of my underwear as if i just comitted a murder.
It feels like i have
because the child in me seems gone, i apologize profoundly to her in the mirror.
Consoling her, telling her “just change”; 
Put on different pants.
Just let yourself change.
This is your fate.