Pink Lace

**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** "PINK LADIES" The phone rings, The clock dings, I scream, scream, and scream: I can’t grasp what is real I can’t inhale the lives you steal This game is like murder in the first degree, I can barely feel the words you're expressing. Your hand, holding on to mine as if it was the last I crawl I hide behind these moonstone walls There it stood and stole my Womanhood Pink is the ointment rubbed inside my diary. --- I crawl- I remember- Looking for a dream, where the women wear combat boots Women are ready to kill all confrontations with nukes. --- I was lost! Do you know the feeling? Once you hear, the “C” word your mind starts spinning, You can’t see what’s going on, Your smiles are soon to be gone, --- LOOK AT ME! On this fright night, I bleed Hold on tight, of the dead of this night I’m down on my fallen knees, A secret I can't keep, no longer need Breaking backs when I mention the word “C.” It is like getting struck by a freight train Taking what belongs and makes ME me! Forgetting the Pink October ribbons, I wore Taking time to weave them into the last strand of my red chemo hair. --- Now here you are, Standing on the chest Heavy shoulders a violin press. No longer need the little black dress Skin pink tight leather, now you caress My eyes are full of tears Once I discovered the beast came back without fear The news blew like a missile in the heat With a fire’s shooting out from the dark Sweltering me, blazing me, Leaving the world, all ribbons tied. Dimples and pretty lips, I drop the world with beauty and tissues. Filled with pink ivory issues This is the way that I feel, I am real… You are a killer, you are a disease! You sit there and shatter our lives, With many of us, you’ll discover we do not break like glass Still, we walk in high heels strolling through pink valley skies. With a charm called a Pink Ribbon; -I WORE- --- - A heavy pink scarf now I wear like a noose, Remembering my days have been numbered --- I PLEAD FOR MY LIFE. I have no family to lean on Everybody’s plus my mother is gone You are the undead: Leading some of us into a watery grave You are like a jack in the box Hiding until you are found… You’re silent until your jobs done... You made us angry, you made us cry, you killed many… However, you will never come close to a glorious ~Victory~ We are “PINK LADIES,” who continue to be strong I will find a way to sew my chest back to its caressing view! One day will find the cure, And, destroy YOU "The miserable ‘Breast Cancer’ Disease" "ONCE AND FOR ALL!" by; PD