Mammogram
She stood there
humiliated,
nearly naked
as a
stranger
touched her.
She was
searching for
something
she could not see,
she could not feel:
A silent killer,
a raper of
self-esteem,
identity,
womanhood.
She endured it,
the pain,
the embarrassment,
because
her mother
had died
and she would
survive.
Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013
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