Rachel Kovacs Poet Narrative

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.

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Black Eyed Susan February 7, 2013 at 8:33 AM very sad. is this a true story? Rachel Kovacs February 7, 2013 at 3:22 PM No, but thank you for asking. I did not lose my mother to cancer. A lot of poetry that I write involves putting myself in other people's shoes. I see pain in so many people's lives and I grieve along with them. I try to speak for them in my writing because sometimes words and a voice are the only things that I can give.

David Williams January 20, 2013 at 6:57 AM Rachel a sad tale of most women's fear ( and some men ) ...David