**Every pace change --a character telling his or her breast cancer story**
The phone rings,
The clock dings,
I scream, scream, and scream:
I can’t even grasp, what is real.
I can’t exhale, the lives you steal.
This fume is like murder in the first degree,
I can barely feel the words you express tonight.
Your hand, holding on to mine, as if it was the last.
I crawl I hide behind my wall.
There it stood and robbed me like Robin Hood.
Pink is the ointment in my diary for keepsake.
Then I remembered,
Looking through a dream, were women wear combats boots.
Women ready to kill all confrontation with nukes.
Do you know that feeling?
Once you hear, the “C” word your mind starts spinning,
You can’t see what’s going on,
Your smiles soon to be gone,
LOOK AT ME!
On this fright night, I bleed!
Holding on tight, to the dead of this night.
I’m down on my fallen knees,
A secret I keep, I no longer need.
Breaking backs as I mention the word “C.”
It is like getting struck by a freight train.
Taking what belong and makes me me.
Forgetting the Pink October ribbons, I wore.
Taking the time to weave them into the last strand in my red chemo hair.
If it takes forever,
I will take it with pride, like the statue of Liberty who stands tall.
Now here you are,
Standing under the chest,
Heavy shoulders, a violin press.
No longer needing the little black dress.
Skin pink tight leather, now you caress.
Suddenly my eyes are full of tears.
Once I discovered the beast came back without fear.
The news blew like a missile in heat.
With a fire’s shooting out from the dark,
Sweltering me, blazing me,
Leaving the world all ribbon tied.
Dimples and pretty lips, I drop the world with my beauty and tissues.
Filled with my pink ivory issues .
That is the way that I feel, I am real… you are a killer, you are a disease.
In many of us, you’ll discover a victory that will destroyer you down to your knees.
While you sit there and shatter our lives.
I will walk with high heels strolling through pink valley skies.
With a charm called a ribbon; I ware!
Visions of pink, remove the silence in my mind.
- A heavy pink scarf now I wear like a noose,
Remembering my ways when I was colorblind.
I WAS PLEADING FOR MY LIFE?
I have no family to lean on,
Everybody’s plus my mother is gone,
I have no friends by my side,
You are the undead:
Who lead me to my watery bed?
You are like a jack in the box.
Hiding until you are found…
You’re silent until your jobs done.
Finding a way to sew my heart, back together.
You made us angry, you made us cry, you killed many of us…
However you will never come close to defeating us all~
We are the “PINK LADIES,” who continue to be strong.
One day will find the cure,
Too, be rid of your killing and miserable ‘Breast Cancer’ disease,
"ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
Dedicated to all the female on the soup..
((And men if your life has been touch by this disease.))
Dedicated to all breast cancer victims... past and present "-(