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I dread that day the 5th of May,
my loving partner passed away,
I find it hard that she has gone,
undeserved her death was wrong,
At 42 a life cut short,
I'de double that is what I thought,
She should have reached a ripe old age,
In her book i'de miss that page,
And add it to her younger days when life was dancing on the stage,
So why did she not have a say,
On when she'd reach her final day,
What made my lovers death so sad,
Was the cervical cancer that she had,
All you ladies take your smear,
Just missing one could cost you dear,
You lose the battle,
You lose what's you,
And your dignity,
You lose that too.
Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013
I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it
Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it
You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too
I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you
I hate you with every fiber of my being
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer
I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer
You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve
And you'll never be able to inflict your disease on another soul
Sabrina Niday Hansel
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Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's 2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest
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what's a little bit of love from a big part of me
if it makes you smile for a while and you are digging my style
if i made your day better, then i will shower you with a love so unconditional
you make my day better everyday without even trying
open the home of your heart and let me show you how much it is appreciated
i will prepare your favorite dish....whatever it is that day
i will even attempt your favorite dessert
let's admire the view of the natural surroundings and converse until we lose the battle with sleep and nod off
as long as i am with you, the holiday will never end....even on workdays
i just want you to know each and everyday that you are appreciated
each morning i whisper a barely audible but exclamatory 'Thank You' in your ear
what you have come to mean to me is worth more than material beauty and the simple subject
your worth is what i admire and love about you most
please accept this plethora of love from little ole goofball me
reflections of her as i kiss the ceiling
i become lost in thoughts warm and maternal as the new spider in the corner wonders who i am
so many think i am strange in an isolated state now, but especially at this time
most try to see if my brain is actually an instrument of percussion, but i am way beyond the regulars' thought processes
i am seeing mirrors similar to childhood fun houses, but then i see her
the warm smile easily gives here away
i lose the battle of wits with my tears
she kept her promise and came for a visit
she opens her arms to me and welcomes me in with confirmation
i am that slightly spoiled boy again with my head on her right bosom
i tell her i miss her and i love her
i then ask her if we could, just her and me, to the beach one more time just for old times sake
she replies with a sad shake of her head and as she slowly fades away she whispers back to me....'TIME'
Most days I lie in bed for days end pretending I am dead
Some days I lose the battle to hunger, thirst and heartache
This pain is real, pain is the only real thing, not even death is
We don’t even believe in death in the least at least not until we are deceased
It really is not enough to quit smoking, drinking, living, struggling, surviving,
But pain,
It doesn't care about your race, your age, your taste, your faith
When it hits it does not ask your obedience, your opinion, it just takes
Now Imagine being in pain at a place you can’t bandage or even quite place
In your mind, your heart your soul, in your eyes till the tears are dry
And as long as you remember, It has always just been you screaming
screaming in the church, in the club,with your love, and your mum
when you f***, when you dance, when you walk, when you talk
I know you were only being polite when you asked
If I was fine, with no indifference or concern
I know you meant well and I should have obliged with etiquette
But today the pain has been worse than the rest of the days
So thank you for asking and thank you for being patient as a patient
I could go on all day but I am sure you might think I have just gone mad
I assure you I am ok it is just the pain that makes me seem mad
good day and goodbye you have been really kind.