Curves of Pink
Curves of Pink
I haven’t got them ..so I don’t know,
but know the cancer gallows; its cruel
steal of figure and life, families bereft
babies dry
Whether fame or oblivion steers your life
it takes the curves which make you wife,
early detection I believe the key, protects
you from the surgeon’s knife
And if the surgeon is a man, does he feel
the way a woman can?...or perhaps it’s
another sad job for him, putting your
beauty in a bin
(Curves a woman make?....no…there’s more to
her than than shimmy and shake!)
So let’s fight together the battle’s on,
wether you are daughter or son, press
on with courage, a mighty gun, and never
stop till battle’s won!
Written for contest 22/09/15 Peter Lewis Holmes
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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